Baseball posting always makes me feel like that part in Xander's dream where Giles speaks French.
'Lineage'
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.
erika - I tried to hide it for the baseball-adverse.
He's "I'm going to hell" young.
He's not so young that you'd have to go to Hell. Purgatory, maybe, but we'd all pray for you. ::Dear Goddess, please let me have a pony and a boy to flirt with like the one you sent to Cass.::
Buffista Bitchlets are too cute for words!
Not averse. No, just confused. I know nothing of the sport and its ways. Just feeling like a Latka Gravas going around like "No problem. Yes, no, thank you very much." My problem, not yours.
Just feeling like a Latka Gravas going around like "No problem. Yes, no, thank you very much."
Bwah! I had forgotten about him.
I feel that way when anyone talks to me about football. Or like I'm listening to Charlie Brown's teacher.
GF and I just found out today that this weekend the Torrance Historical Society is doing a tour of the Buffy house. I tried to get tix, but apparently it sold out in a day (!) after the paper had an article about it. Damn it.
Purgatory, maybe, but we'd all pray for you.It would so be worth it. The special gothy Harry Potter fancying Purgatory even.
Anyone need some candy? Cause I could use the excuse to go back there.
Pretty boy saved me from the not having chocolate.
Cass, I'll be happy to take one for the cause. I'll take anything from the shop you want to send, including the goth boy.
Happy birthday, Cashmere!
Happy wedding day, Jars!
I haven't had a corndog in years. I never really crave them, but then I'll be in a situation where they're available, and I'll get one for the sheer corndogness of the things, and they'll be teh yum.