Sparky, refer him to [link] and have him look up the strips on Pimp My Bookcart.
Love makes you do the wacky.
Willow ,'Beneath You'
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
Always Anti-fascist!
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?