THE EMPRESS IS TOTALLY GETTING A NEW JOB.
BEEP.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
[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.
THE EMPRESS IS TOTALLY GETTING A NEW JOB.
BEEP.
Hmmm, Passion of the Carribbean or Pirates of the Christ?
I think the latter. The Dread Apostle Luke?
Sorry, peeing in a sink doesn't skeeve me. Mind, I don't advocate it, but I've been peed on, pooped on, puked on and had so much snot wiped on me in my parenthood that it doesn't register. Mostly I think, "Urine is sterile."
Go, Aimee!
t does the Empress Boogie
Okay, so maybe it isn't official or anything. I just think it's LIKELY. Cuz, well, she's the Empress.
And also cause I wore my boobie shirt!
And the blow job probably didn't hurt. IJS.
They don't when I give them.
(Just to be clear--Aimee and Joe and I were joking about the blow job to the prospective boss thing earlier. I wasn't taking a cheap shot just now!)
Gronk. Artwork done. Burned to CD. Printed. Mostly succeeded in making printer give me color-accurate prints, fucker. Now, bed.
Jilli, on the other hand still has some deadline stuff to go.
Mmmm, bed.