You can call me Betty.
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.
My name is Jonas.
My name is Luka.
You can call me Al.
But do you live on the second floor?
You can call me Al.
No, you are called "Leezer".
Sigh.
They call me Speedo but my Christian name is Mister Earl.
ION, Le Monde's headline about the coup in Thailand was "Apres le putsch..." I think it's kind of funny that we use a French term and the French use a German term. Maybe it's "der Overthrow" in German.
Guess I'll have to do it. Can just leave it out there.
"They call me Mr. Tibbs."
Wicked! Eeeeeee, Wicked!
I'm sure at some point, I'll be able to write about it coherently. But right now, my (not-so) inner-child who wanted to be the Wicked Witch of the West when she grew up is very, VERY happy.