(I love making Jilli squee. It's the bestest.)
'Out Of Gas'
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.
The minion may have a top hat
BLESS.
although Clovis will not reccomend it, I am taking that advert to the library. we have a clifford, a winnie the pooh and a cat and that hat that often need extreme bathing -- and hate it.
The minion may have a top hat
cool
beth, it really is the best cleaner I've found. And eventually I will go visit the nice lady who makes it, and take Clovis for a spa day. Yes, go visit. Pete very rightly pointed out that sending Clovis on his own would be asking for doom, because there is NO shipping option I trust with my devilbunny.
(Yes, I know. Crazy. Me. Thank goodness Pete just accepts it.)
Jilli is not crazy. Unless crazy = perfect. Then she's crazy.
GC, they are fuckers of the first order. I'd very much like to yank their spleens out via their esophagi. Assholes. Much continued ~ma to the both of you.
beth, it really is the best cleaner I've found. And eventually I will go visit the nice lady who makes it, and take Clovis for a spa day. Yes, go visit. Pete very rightly pointed out that sending Clovis on his own would be asking for doom, because there is NO shipping option I trust with my devilbunny.
(Yes, I know. Crazy. Me. Thank goodness Pete just accepts it.)
OTP
ijs
Jeeves. It's for life, not just for Halloween.
::snugglecookie::
Yesterday, in the ongoing adventures of Ray: The Cutest Kid Evah -
Ray: I can't go swimming, Miss Fay!
Me: Oh dear - is that because of your head? (indicates elastoplast rakishly stuck to his eyebrow - apparently tables are a lot more dangerous than I'd suspected, because that's two of my kids nearly slain by them in one week. Next big reality TV show is clearly going to be 'When Tables Attack!!!')
Ray: Yes! Or all the blood will come out!
Me: Oh no! And will the bones come out? And the brains? We don't want the brains to come out!
Ray: (rolling his enormous Manga eyes at my folly) No! The brains can't come out! They are too fat! Only the blood can come out!
Me: Fair point, well made.
GC, my mouth is agape.
I'm so sorry. And I apologize on behalf of my country.