We're not gonna die. We can't die, Bendis. You know why? Because we are so very pretty. We are just too pretty for God to let us die.

Mal ,'Serenity'


Spike's Bitches 30: Going on Thirteen  

[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.


beth b - May 11, 2006 8:41:28 pm PDT #4173 of 10002
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

I didn't mean toss me in, I'm just the director ( or troublemaker)


Pete, Husband of Jilli - May 11, 2006 8:41:47 pm PDT #4174 of 10002
"I've got a gun! I've got a mother-flippin' gun!" - Moss, The IT Crowd

t returns the favor to Aims. Twice

t then twice again


NoiseDesign - May 11, 2006 8:42:03 pm PDT #4175 of 10002
Our wings are not tired

Yeah, and I was just the cameraman, yet, here I am, fooling around with the talent.


Pix - May 11, 2006 8:42:05 pm PDT #4176 of 10002
The status is NOT quo.

t throws Juliana into the Jello t pounces on her


Aims - May 11, 2006 8:42:37 pm PDT #4177 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.

t laughs as Pete gets squirted


Pete, Husband of Jilli - May 11, 2006 8:43:06 pm PDT #4178 of 10002
"I've got a gun! I've got a mother-flippin' gun!" - Moss, The IT Crowd

Everyone on Juliana!

Uh... yeah. Everyone on Juliana!


beth b - May 11, 2006 8:43:11 pm PDT #4179 of 10002
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

see what happens when you don't do your house cleaning, you end up in the jello.


Pete, Husband of Jilli - May 11, 2006 8:43:56 pm PDT #4180 of 10002
"I've got a gun! I've got a mother-flippin' gun!" - Moss, The IT Crowd

laughs as Pete gets squirted

Man, it's turning all biological warfare now.


NoiseDesign - May 11, 2006 8:44:00 pm PDT #4181 of 10002
Our wings are not tired

t pulls Juliana under


P.M. Marc - May 11, 2006 8:44:39 pm PDT #4182 of 10002
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

What, you've only just now noticed?

Well, reminders never hurt.

I swear, it's like I never read Sweetmeats.

Which, somehow, I typed first as Sweatmeets.