William ,'Conversations with Dead People'
[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.
I need another toothbrush to add to my collection.I can leave a toothbrush? I love leaving toothbrushes, cause it means future fun.
Well, who doesn't?I'm saying...
It's fire, and booze and no shattered glass or electrocution...
What more could we want.
NO COMPUTER IN THE TUB!!!!!!It was *outside* the tub, on a stool. Sheesh. And I thought you knew me. I learned my lesson when my iPod drowned.
Drunnk now. And still sad and pissed. I should not type like this. However....
I take it this is another one of those liquers thae t tastes like licorice.
Chartruse does not taste like licorice. It tastes like grass clippings that sat in a garbage bag in the sun for waaay too long. Like Grass gone bad. It's made by monks who don't talk to each other.
On a stool you say? Well, then that's sooper safe.
I should not type like this. However....it amuses us?
On a stool you say? Well, then that's sooper safe.It was far from the tub. Pinky swear! There was no glass and no electronics that could go aswimming. I am a careful sort of girl.
I need to go to the Russian Baths and get scrubbed. Without a computer.
MOSHA!
I want a Mosha scrub!
So, popquiz... Send or not send?
Yes.
I'm swearing off boys forevah.
I can do that, right?
Shall do.
My chest hurts like whoa after the lymphatic massage bits. Tomorrow is gonna be even more brutal. It's a good hurt ultimately but Like. Whoa.