You people are craxy, craxy I tell you! Fresh mint is of the gods.
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.
You people are craxy, craxy I tell you! Fresh mint is of the gods.
::sits in the sane drinky corner with brenda. Gives her a footrub while staring defiantly at the craxy people.::
I'd love to, but I need fire and I'm afraid what might occur if Jilli's in the room.
Hey! I have never accidentally set fire to anything or anyone.
What about purposefully?
But intentionally...
What about purposefully?
What makes you ask that? Don't you trust me?
big innocent blinky eyes
I've never needed to call the fire department. See? Perfectly safe!
Mojitos are delicious and refreshing when properly made.
I've never needed to call the fire department.
Call them on the phone or call them frmo the street where they are camped out cause they got wind of you and flammable things?
I am against mint unless it is gum or mixed with chocolate.
I just heard from Teacup Guy. He talked to the realtor, got some answers that make us both feel a little better about the situation, and my calm, rational boyfriend has returned.
Call them on the phone or call them frmo the street where they are camped out cause they got wind of you and flammable things?
Oh please, they don't camp out for me. I am perfectly responsible around fire. I keep a very close watch on it. There's never any danger.
Okay, sure, there may be some maniacal laughter, but no danger.