The bitchin' continues here: Aimée "Spike's Bitches 34: They're All Slime and Antlers" Jan 9, 2007 1:05:03 pm PST
Atherton: Half the men in this room wish you were on their arm, tonight. Inara: Only half. I must be losing my indefinable allure.
Spike's Bitches 33: Weeping, crawling, blaming everybody else
[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.
P.M. Marc - Jan 09, 2007 11:07:04 am PST #10004 of 10004So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear