Oh, -t. That's just awful. {{{-t}}}
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.
By decree of the Empress...
Everyone pile on -t's MiL and beat her soundly.
I think I deserve an ice cream cone.
Oh, -t. You deserve an entire Ben & Jerrys store.
ETA:
Everyone pile on -t's MiL and beat her soundly.
Damn right.
Also, -t, I've got some ice cream. You should come here and hang with me and Toto. There's ice cream, and Roseanne, and Toto. I mean, what could be better than that?
We didn't tell her about the second one because of the whole hurricane thing taking up her brainspace. So I really can't blame her, but it's still very hard for me to deal with.
And now I have vented and now I am letting it go.
Exhale.
We didn't tell her about the second one because of the whole hurricane thing taking up her brainspace.
Regardless. After watching B go through hers last December, it's still the most horrid thing anyone could say to anyone. IMVHO.
You'll pardon my evil thoughts about her.
You want I should smite??
Oh, -t. Can I beat her a little bit anyway? Hard?
((-t))
I'm on my way, vw. That sounds awesome.
Where's we leave the teleporter?
We will hate her for you, so you can enjoy the rest of the visit.