Now THAT is a flexible sphincter.
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.
my ass hurts just thinking of that.
You can come over and help me clean in 15 minute heats. It's boring, but useful.
Lessee, new cleaning music. Was She Wants Revenge; now...Beck's "Guero."
Bop and wash, shake and sweep.
Now THAT is a flexible sphincter.
Perhaps not so much flexible as strong. You know, for crushing cans.
An old roommate and I used to always clean to the soundtrack to Sweet Charity.
vw, got the package on Thursday! Thanks for the caffeinated goodness.
YAY! It got there REALLY fast. Go post office!
I used to clean to NIN, but all my NIN cd's have disappeared.
I have enough salt on my floor to reenact the salting of the earth at Carthage. How? HOW?
And we don't need to talk about the cat hair. The balls of hair are sentient. Evil, but sentient. And they GLARE as they roll into the dustpan.
Now THAT is a flexible sphincter.
I can put my whole fist in my mouth.
IJS.
I'm pathetic. I don't know what to do on weekends without a campaign.
Create one!