Yep. Talking is good. Gonna do that. Now, gonna go to bed. Should've gotten more work done today. Still sick. Tomorrow will suck. Bah.
'Bushwhacked'
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.
Feel better, Gris. I finished my schoolwork and am headed to be now too. Night, Bitches!
Well talk about a cocksucker.
I ran out of quilt squares.
Well talk about a cocksucker.
Not gonna say it. Not gonna say it.
Well talk about a cocksucker. I ran out of quilt squares.
The little ones loved the old dear, but still their parents had come to dread the weekly visit to Grandma's.
ooh, ooh, can I?
Shut it, you.
Seriously. I ran out of quilt squares. I've got 5 rows done, I need 13. I've emailed the nice lady I bought them from and hope hope hope that she'ss sell me 50 more.
I've emailed the nice lady I bought them from and hope hope hope that she'ss sell me 50 more.
Did you title the email "Talk about a cocksucker"?
I did.