Sparky, refer him to [link] and have him look up the strips on Pimp My Bookcart.
Reavers ain't men. Or they forgot how to be. Now they're just nothing. They got out to the edge of the galaxy, to that place of nothing, and that's what they became.
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.
Connie Neil - Oct 26, 2006 12:54:26 pm PDT #8809 of 10000
brillig
Amy - Oct 26, 2006 12:57:51 pm PDT #8810 of 10000
Because books.
Well, what party isn't made more fun by a talking deer's head? I mean, really.
erikaj - Oct 26, 2006 1:02:31 pm PDT #8811 of 10000
"already on the kiss-cam with Karl Marx"-
Wow, is it deer-head season already? Comes earlier every year.
Sparky1 - Oct 26, 2006 1:06:50 pm PDT #8812 of 10000
Librarian Warlord
I really want a talking-deer's head to mount on the Reference Desk now. It could say all the things I'd like to, but am not allowed.
Lee - Oct 26, 2006 1:13:30 pm PDT #8813 of 10000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I don't think deer heads are allowed to be that evil.
Sparky1 - Oct 26, 2006 1:19:30 pm PDT #8814 of 10000
Librarian Warlord
Okay, what animal head would be evil enough? (Besides my boss' from my previous job.)
Lee - Oct 26, 2006 1:24:18 pm PDT #8815 of 10000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Hmmm...
Ninja robot?
Daisy Jane - Oct 26, 2006 1:33:09 pm PDT #8816 of 10000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
I once gave my sister an inflatable moose head for her apartment.
Connie Neil - Oct 26, 2006 1:35:11 pm PDT #8817 of 10000
brillig
Then a llama bit it.
ChiKat - Oct 26, 2006 1:35:27 pm PDT #8818 of 10000
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
Did it bite her?