'Bushwhacked'
[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 don't need the sofa but the dog is awfully cute, any chance of getting it?
We had a dog who was quite beautiful. Gremlin was a stray and the vets would look at her and say "Chow and mastiff. Irish setter and St. Bernard..." As you might guess, she was a large red dog. Anyway, we had a yard sale and at least 15 people asked if she was for sale.
She can't do much damage with a plastic shovel. Yet.
Famous last words.
We used to go to swap meets and people'd ask about my wheelchair. Like, every time.
We used to go to swap meets and people'd ask about my wheelchair.
You know, just when you think you've plumbed the depths of weird...
We used to go to swap meets and people'd ask about my wheelchair.
You mean they'd try to buy it out from under you??? That's hilarious. Funny the way you like funny anyway.
erika, I just went out (driving my friends' dog to the vet for the second time in three days...sigh) and saw 3 different city buses with ads for Wire season 3 dvds with the tagline "They fought the war on drugs. Drugs won." Made me wish you were here for your birthday and we could be driving around appreciating that together!
I wish I could come down and distract you.Me too. I could really use a good distraction. And an excuse to put on makeup and pretend I am okay about this. Because everything is better with lipstick.
And I shouldn't be this upset. I know that. I just can't seem to tell my heart that right now.
"BACK INTO YOUR BUBBLEWRAP, MISSY!"Padded hamster ball? Yeah, I am unfit to have a body. But the icing and everything helped because it is sore but not throbbing right now.
You know, just when you think you've plumbed the depths of weird...You think you know ... what's to come ...
A co-worker once had a homeless man in a wheelchair try to sell it to her for $10. Craziness.
t kisses back of Cass' neck
t non-gayly
I think you're allowed to be upset, Cass. At least for a little while. Don't be so hard on yourself.
we had a yard sale and at least 15 people asked if she was for sale.
People ask me about buying Bartleby all the time. My response is, "Sure! You give me a million in cash and we'll set up once a month supervised visitation." I say it with a straight face and just wait. Shuts the creepy ones right up because they venture that I might be serious. Makes everyone else laugh and say something like, "He's worth it!"
Me too. I could really use a good distraction. And an excuse to put on makeup and pretend I am okay about this. Because everything is better with lipstick.
If I didn't have plans for the earlier part of the day & evening (and if our house wasn't a shambles unfit for people staying over), I would twist your arm until you agreed to come up on Wednesday so you could go to the gothy-goth CD release party at the local club.