In the case of Coke 2, it was because it tasted like ass on toast. It had neither the pure sugar sweetness of real Coke nor the aspartame tang of Diet Coke. It was just nasty.
Spike's Bitches 32: I think I'm sobering up.
[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 am amused by the ass x-posting.
Clearly it must be more than a mere vulgar euphemism!
I hate work.
I hate female body parts.
I hate the communists.
Happy birthday, Trudy!
Happy birthday, Kara the Raptorgirl!
Ok. I am heading outside, having finished my lunch, to smoke what I hope will be my last cigarette.
I'm pretty good, moodwise, when I quit. I don't get too grumpy, and I have lotsof gum and water standing by. But a little bit of some calm~ma and luck~ma wouldn't hurt, if anyone has any to spare.
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I hate female body parts.
I hate the communists.
Thankfully the communists are slinking out of town, where I am, muttering nastily and kicking things as they go. See yourselves out, guys, and don't let the door hit you in the ass.
But a little bit of some calm~ma and luck~ma wouldn't hurt, if anyone has any to spare.
I've got loads... luck and calm to you.
I think I can spare a little bit of ~calm and ~luck ma, Aims.
But a little bit of some calm~ma and luck~ma wouldn't hurt, if anyone has any to spare.
Pretty Boy had an early flight this morning and he has arrived at his destination safely so I can spare some ~ma now. My calm ~ma and luck ~ma now belong to Aimee.
Bored. And hella tired. Couldn't sleep last night - in part because of the usual Sunday night insomnia and in part because of worrying about someone flying on what is likely one of the safest days to fly now. Stupid brain of mine.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TRUDY!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KARA!