And HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Sail. Which I meant to say earlier. Before I whined about being bit on the bum actually. But on my Maslow hierarchy, the Physiological steamrolled the Love/Belonging. Dumbass hierarchy. Your birthday is way more important than an itchy rump.
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.
Hee, thank you, Cass! I like your hierarchy (it's all about meee!!)
happy birthday Sail
Poor Cass's bum.
Happy Birthday Sail!
It's your day, Sail. All about yooooooooouuuuuuuu!
Fanny has been cortisoned with script-strength stuff and I am thinking nap already. I've been awake over an hour, does that mean nap or just going back to sleep? Whatever it is? I wants it.
Hippo Birdies to Sail!
Happy Birthday, Sail!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAIL!!!
Happy Sails to you
May. Your. Birthday. Be. Just Grand.
Happy Sails to you
With. Smiles. And Cake and Friends!
::sung to the tune of Happy Trails
t /sap