Ah, quotation marks. So misunderstood. So unintentionally funny when they are.
Spike's Bitches 31: We're Motivated Go-getters.
[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.
I'm glad my "knowledge" is held in such high regard, but it's no matter because I'm looking forward to these "services."
I used to have a 14" differential and worried that my hips were too big.
I'm down to 8" at last measuring. And not from anything getting smaller or muscular development.
I had a co-worker at one point who tried to avoid any exercise that worked his obliques on the theory that bulking them up would make his love handles more noticeable. I think that was based on "knowledge".
No way I've ever had double digits on that measurement.
Someone, anyone, please give me permission to kill. That's all I need. Really. Just give me a "Go forth on a rampage of wanton death and destruction," please. Ta ever so.
Sorry, Maria, but for that sort of thing, you need more than permission. You need a license.
Damnit, Sunil. I'm an attorney. Isn't that license enough?
I think the Minister will have to rule on that. In the meantime, ass 'em in the ear.
Sorry, Maria, that only gives you a "license."
Someone, anyone, please give me permission to kill. That's all I need. Really. Just give me a "Go forth on a rampage of wanton death and destruction," please. Ta ever so.
As your Fairy Gothmother, I say go for it.