Hee. ChiKat, I'd welcome you over! But the crabcake is all eaten. There are still cherries, and I haven't gotten to the icecream...
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 didn't mean to kill the thread, or make you all go run out and get crabcakes or ice cream. Um, are you all on your way to my house right now, and that's why there's been no posts for OVER AN HOUR? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE? I NEED ENTERTAINMENT!
yes, we ARE all on the way to your house. Make sure you act surprised when we get there.
OK, well, there's only one couch and one other pillow besides mine, so first come first served! Who gets the couch, and who sleeps with me? But there's plenty of ice cream. The half-gallon was on sale!
Perkins ruined the surprise.
I do that. It's a thing.
I promise I'll pretend to be surprised. I'll be in bed, and...
My stomach decided to rebel against me as soon as I had finished my super yummy dinner. Teacup Guy is fine, so it wasn't my cooking.
700 Club Slut!
Timelies, all.