NO. Don't go again.
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.
Don't say it's over...
I guess I'll pack all my things
I guess I'll see you around
It's all, been bottled up until now
As I walk out your door
All I can hear is the sound
The hills are alive with the sound of music.
Wear dark glasses like the cops in Texas.
To every season, turn, turn, turn.
(Gorram Jungle Book earworm.)
Our house is a very very very fine house. With two cats in the yard....
Our house in the middle of the street. Our house - that was where we used to sleep.
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house was our castle and our keep
Well, curse you tommyrot! Also, was your mum so house-proud?
This is a happy house.