I wore gauchos in high school. Not only that, I made them myself. They were a plaid and I had to match the pattern so they didn't look too craxy. Trust me, there isn't anything I won't try at least once.
'Lessons'
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.
Alright. I'll give you that. You're experimental.
I guess someone needs to by the crazy upside down trees. Otherwise, they'd be sad.
We must be strong and not let anyone buy the upside down trees. There's enough crazy in the world already. The existence of the upside down trees is proof that I'm not very good at being in charge of the world.
Are they satanic?
Maybe they are anti-Christmas. I might have to rethink my position on the upside down trees...
(Note: I don't really hate Christmas so much as I hate the way my family does Christmas and all of their expectations of How Things Are Done. I am only a Situational Grinch.)
I'm going to go to bed and dream of snowflakes and reindeers and Santas and mangers and presents and right-side up Christmas trees. See you all in the next thread!
Maybe they're Aussie trees?
Okay, as a frog collector, even I don't like the Christmas frog. It's just...wrong.
There's a particularly warped part of my brain that loves the Jingle Cats.