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'Beneath You'


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.


Aims - May 28, 2006 1:16:47 pm PDT #6452 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.

I know.

No wonder my camera is broken.


Pix - May 28, 2006 1:20:48 pm PDT #6453 of 10002
The status is NOT quo.

Seriously. Maybe you should invest in disposables. IJS.


Topic!Cindy - May 28, 2006 2:21:18 pm PDT #6454 of 10002
What is even happening?

It's opposite day?

Some pics of Em from this afternoon. The last one is an isolation cell in Alcatraz.

Need to show Cashmere.


Cashmere - May 28, 2006 2:22:43 pm PDT #6455 of 10002
Now tagless for your comfort.

Presently watching Dodgeball, though.

Whenever I'm down, I can watch this and it will make me laugh like a drain. Just the sound of the pinging of a rubber ball coming into contact with a human body is fucking hilarious.

Also, Rip Torn RULZ.


Cashmere - May 28, 2006 2:23:19 pm PDT #6456 of 10002
Now tagless for your comfort.

Need to show Cashmere.

Yes. Cashmere needs to make reservations in the isolation cell for her son.


Cashmere - May 28, 2006 2:46:34 pm PDT #6457 of 10002
Now tagless for your comfort.

I'd say this warrants 30 days in the hole, yeah?


Topic!Cindy - May 28, 2006 2:47:37 pm PDT #6458 of 10002
What is even happening?

Yes, and only bread and water.


Lee - May 28, 2006 2:51:59 pm PDT #6459 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Ouch, Cashmere. I would definitely say thaat deserves a days long time out.


Amy - May 28, 2006 2:55:11 pm PDT #6460 of 10002
Because books.

Sophia, good gods. I'm so sorry about what happened. Do you know what set him off? Much healing ~ma to you and the cat.

Also, the pictures of Em = adorable. And Cash's bite mark is a bit scary.


Lee - May 28, 2006 2:57:07 pm PDT #6461 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Ack, Sophia. How horrible. I hope your wounds heal quickly.