This is not funny. This... this is a morality tale about the evils of sake.

Simon ,'Objects In Space'


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.