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.
'War Stories'
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.
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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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.
Awwww... the Bitches re-booted Jacquelyn!
Um... did Erin put on extra Porny Pants today?
HA HA! I have on NO PANTS!
Not even MONKEY PANTS!
The problem with pants on Erin is that they slide off her MIRACULOULSY SMOOTH ASS.
JZ, babe, I feel that stuff...like, continually, more or less. I feel that we have never understood each other very well, but I've never felt closer to you than right now...and it would be fucking great, except bonding over feeling pathetic? Is a little sad. And the whole thing where I don't get to give birth and reclaim at least a portion of my life, but...is too much.
The problem with pants on Erin is that they slide off her MIRACULOULSY SMOOTH ASS.
Le sigh. I'm afraid I've been a butt-buffing slacker.
Resolved: I shall take the salt box into the shower with me, and oil and salt my ass prodigiously tonight!!
(Huh. If I could work some vinegar into that particular bathing ritual, I could corner the market on vinaigrette porn...)
Now I'm afraid I've re-depressed JZ, instead of making her feel the solidarity and sworn bunkitude. "And the bear says "You didn't come here to hunt, did you?"