Oh, but Teppy, you've gotten this far!
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.
Will there be sugar? JUST ONE CUBE???
Sure! You want it in absinthe, or just the straight refined goodness?
No. Why do you think I had to share, Windsparrow? We don't really know each well, huh?
Hi! Hi! Hi!
Guess who's paycheck is fucked up, A-FUCKING-GAIN?!>?!
Why is Friday fucking with the Bitches?!?
Today is ON THE LIST.
Guess who's paycheck is fucked up, A-FUCKING-GAIN?!>?!
No fucking way. Don't your employers, like, run an entire gigantic building management company or something? How hard can one lousy paycheck be?
Guess who's paycheck is fucked up, A-FUCKING-GAIN?!>?!
Time to get a new job.
Why do you think I had to share, Windsparrow? We don't really know each well, huh?
And yet we share a special bond.
ducks as House throws his cane at me in lieu of rolling his eyes.
Hey, I'm just the pimp!::hands over trick money::
May I have another, please?
Was it House's cane that killed the thread?