You could name the kitty Lola.
Mal ,'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.
BWAHAHAHAHA!
::breathes::
BWAHAHAHAAHAHA!
having things stuck up my goolie without appropriate warning.
Well, damn. The least they could do is kiss you first.
Just called Deena to bitch about having things stuck up my goolie without appropriate warning. In the background Kara asked, "What's a goolie?!"
BWAH!!!
Plei, I have a spare top hat for you. I'll bring it over on Sunday.
Keen! (Assuming I don't have to randomly go to Canada, thus mucking up plans.)
Now I have kitten cravings. Damn you, Empress! My biological clock is not supposed to be fuzzy!
Muahahaha
Hello all! Thanks so much for all the good wishes - I had a great time in the States. Have skipped madly, and probably won't hav regular interbunny access for a while, but I shall be doing my bestest. Can't live without the series of tubes for very long.
Okay, what the hell, you guys? I thought Massachusetts was cool.
But these guys have banned playing tag at recess. And they're not the first.
Tag? Fucking TAG?
I have this vaguely formed idea of being the Lone Rangerette of the Apocalypse for H'ween. Mostly because I have not cowboy but kind of western style boots and a cowgirl shirt and I can borrow a cowboy hat. And then have a sort of holster with things attached to fight those pesky 4 horsemen.
Pestilence -- a bottle of hand sanitizer
Famine -- a package of TastyKakes
I can't figure out what to do for War and Death though.
A picture of George W Bush could cover both of those.