Every planet has its own weird customs. About a year before we met, I spent six weeks on a moon where the principal form of recreation was juggling geese. My hand to God. Baby geese. Goslings. They were juggled.

Wash ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'


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.

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P.M. Marc - Jan 09, 2007 11:07:04 am PST #10004 of 10004
"Man, i'm covered in pony blood."

The bitchin' continues here: Aimée "Spike's Bitches 34: They're All Slime and Antlers" Jan 9, 2007 1:05:03 pm PST


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