So not shitty. So not useless. So not a bitch (in the lower-case sense). Promise.
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.
JZ, don't you dare delete your completely justifiable vent. Sweetheart, you are so good at validating us, but sometimes you forget that it's valid for you to be frustrated and hurt, too.
{{{JZ}}} Vent away. We're here.
OMG! I wish I had Emily's camera that takes video. Toto is doing the CUTEST thing! He keeps walking up to the bed and trying to jump, realizing that he didn't run far enought, scooching back and trying again. Poor guy! Think I'm gonna have to go pick him up. But, damn is this cute!
Babe, you can't police the lizard brain.
Ugh, JZ -- I wish you were closer. I'd totally come over and talk to you, and make you cut out crap to make bulletin board stuff with me.
And maybe I coud have a stern talk with your goolie, and put that bitch on lockdown. I'd hunker between your knees, look that tart in the eye and issue some stern PG-13 warnings. I might even shake a finger at it!
I might even shake a finger at it!
Probably not wise. You're a bit of a sex bomb, and you know what her doctor said.
Now all y'all's goodness is making me cry. And I think I actually needed a good cry, so my brain can start over again all nice and clean and empty. Thank you. I would make out with all of you, except the doctor would probably disapprove.
Poor JZ. I wish I were closer, or didn't have to be at work. At least I get to see you on Saturday and Sunday this weekend.
Babe, you can't police the lizard brain.
Amen.
JZ, may your ease come quick! Poor baby.
And Erin? Um. Now I'm hot and I don't even know you!
Probably not wise. You're a bit of a sex bomb, and you know what her doctor said.
Well, dang. Hmm. Well, my stern glare is REALLY stern! It's even a Stern Teacher Glare.
Now all y'all's goodness is making me cry.
Don't CRY, JZ!! Then someone will have to comfort you, and that leads to hugging, and then touchin' and squeezin', and first thing you know, you're in Journey/Night Ranger slashfic and that's not good for the baby! In fact, Weenie would be so horrified she'd prolly shoot out of Le Naughty Goolie with mach-force, blow through the wall and land in the Bay.
Um... did Erin put on extra Porny Pants today?
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