Perkins, backflung.
And boys -- let's watch the swearing.
Mayor ,'Chosen'
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.
Sparky1 - Apr 18, 2006 5:08:46 pm PDT #82 of 10002
Librarian Warlord
ChiKat - Apr 18, 2006 5:20:30 pm PDT #83 of 10002
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
Hey, Bitches? Could you grant me some undefined courage~ma? I'll 'splain later.
meara - Apr 18, 2006 5:24:54 pm PDT #84 of 10002
Evening, Bitches. I have followed from another thread, but my brain is too muddled to properly say much. Other than "mmm, muddled mojitos".
See, I had to be at work at 6:15 this morning...and then I got home about 5:30pm, and went to bed, and got up at like, 9pm. That was not a good plan.
ChiKat - Apr 18, 2006 5:30:17 pm PDT #85 of 10002
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
Oh, meara. That's just sucky.
Sparky1 - Apr 18, 2006 5:33:01 pm PDT #86 of 10002
Librarian Warlord
Courage ~ma, ChiKat. ::waits for 'splaination::
Poor meara.
meara - Apr 18, 2006 5:34:50 pm PDT #87 of 10002
Yeah, I was planning to leave work earlier, but didn't get a chance. And then I should've gotten up after like, an hour nap. I even got a phone call at like, 7pm, and answered it, and talked to her...and then went back to sleep. But then I got up because I was starving! And knew that if I tried to sleep through the night, I'd end up awake at 3AM.
DavidS - Apr 18, 2006 5:37:21 pm PDT #88 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
I make a better mojito than any one I've had in a bar.
The key? Organic spearmint. Then I ignite the rum, sugar and some scumbled mint together to make the rummy minty syrup.
ChiKat - Apr 18, 2006 5:38:29 pm PDT #89 of 10002
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
Okay, here's the 'splaination. First, for those who don't read my LJ, the BF and I broke up about a month ago. At the time, I was hurt and angry, but I knew it was the right thing. Now, with the hurt and anger fading, I absolutely know it was the right thing. Don't really need any punctuation over it. I've pissed and moaned to friends, gone out and had too many cosmos with gay boys, and basically took care of myself. I'm okay.
Strangely, I went on match.com about 2 weeks ago just to see if my old profile was still there (yep). That very night, I got an email from a guy. We've been emailing and he gave me his digits to call him.
I needed the courage~ma to actually do it. I did! Go me! He wasn't home, but I actually left a message with my number on it.
ChiKat - Apr 18, 2006 5:39:10 pm PDT #90 of 10002
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
So, Hec? You making us mojitos at the F2F?
DavidS - Apr 18, 2006 5:43:42 pm PDT #91 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
So, Hec? You making us mojitos at the F2F?
I'd love to, but I need fire and I'm afraid what might occur if Jilli's in the room.