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Jonathan ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
[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.
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Does that make sense? Either way, I can't imagine being offended (bored and irritable, perhaps) about the discussion of other people celebrating things I don't. Unless my code had elevated it to offensive...which'd be a whole 'nother ball of wax.
I don't know first hand so I can't comment upon that. I was told by a third party, or warned, rather, that such things offend her.
In other news, GYHAGGHYAYA! I am so at the fucking end of my rope with Verizon. Also possibly my husband. GODDAMNIT.
Also, yay for Trudy pre-love.
Also, yay for Trudy pre-love.
Oh, we'll see. If history teaches us anything its that he's a rent boy with a pregnant girlfriend and his wife is in the mob.
I am well. Deep in the throes of heretofore un-boardmentioned pre-love. I am certain to screw it up royally, but right now everyone keeps telling me how nice I look and he and I emailed adorably all day.
Aww. That's lovely. Does this mean I'll have to fight for bed-space with three mammals?
Does this mean I'll have to fight for bed-space with three mammals?
Baby, I'm a lover -- not a fighter.
Insent amyth.
Baby, I'm a lover -- not a fighter.
I'm a sleeper myself. In the words of Mad Dan Eccles, We want our beddy-byes!
Baby, I'm a lover -- not a fighter.
You'll have to love for space. Um. That ain't right.
You'll have to love for space. Um. That ain't right.
The German people demand Liebensraum!
I paid my rent, and now we* have beer. Soon there will be spanikopita, unless we have too much beer first.