I'm laughing because when we in Laughlin, NV at a casino, I ordered their Pie/Pie special. Pot pie with a piece of pie for dessert. Pie. With Pie. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.
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.
Pie.
Pie pie? Was that like pie squared?
I'm eatting chili spiced dried mangos. I'd rather have pie. Blueberry pie. Or rhubarb pie. Yummmmmy.
Pie pie? Was that like pie squared?
That's what WE called it.
(high-fives Cashmere) Mmmm, apple-rhubarb pie. Num.
Fuck. You people are BAD! I want pie so bad right now.
So, the websites are saying that Lee's plane is running late. About 40 minutes late. Maybe I should swing by Starbucks and grab a nonfat pumpkin spice latte.
And maybe I could pretend that it's a slice of full fat pumpkin pie.
Nicole - do it, do it. Numminess.
No, you take all the pumpkin. I want pecan. Or peach. Or maybe coconut cream.
Mmmm, pie.
Blueberry pie with double chocolate ice cream.
Or hot fudge-pecan pie with real whipped cream, not that non-dairy topping stuff.