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[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.
I bet you can add "feed baby" a couple more times before the day is finally through, JZ. Argh! I wish I was in SF just for an hour so I could nibble baby toes!
And I didn't mean to make you squee on purpose! I just get twitchy when I send something in the mail -- or actually when something is sent *for* me, because then I don't know where it is. And the USPS has screwed me before, dude. Like, seriously.
Feed baby
No, see, you already did this. You'd get through your list a lot more easily if you didn't keep repeating things.
You'd get through your list a lot more easily if you didn't keep repeating things.
Tell that to my dishes. They seem to breed.
Tell that to my dishes. They seem to breed.
It's not the dishes that are breeding; it's the Lutherans.
Oh, damn! Not the Lutherans!
Bastards!
Maybe I should sic the Lutherans on the mice in my kitchen, since they seem to be so evil. Sounds like a good reason to quit doing dishes. Ima do it!
Oh, honey, no. You don't want to go there.
BWAHAHAHA!!!
Busted!
JZ, I picture you giving Hec the death glare and threatening to grow your hair to your waist.
(I shouldn't be so amused, I know. But I can't help myself. JZ's sassy sterness is just so cute and, well, sassy.)
My friend Laga joined the board recently. She's cute and geeky and loves the Whedonverse and many of the other shows we write about obsessively, so I have a feeling she'll fit right in. If any of you see her, would you say hi? Thanks.
A mysterious and timid monster crawls out of a hole covered in what seems to be Sudafed wrappers and used tissues. The monster also carries with it a slight aroma of Robitussin and TheraFlu. It speaks:
Congtatulations Jess and DH! YAY new babies!!
Monster crawls back into hole from whence it came.