Hand to the gods, I have never actually spit on the monitor.
Until my husband typed "candy 'nut hut' ".
And I wonder, what possible catastrophe came crashing down from heaven and brought this dashing stranger to tears?
Drusilla ,'Conversations with Dead People'
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.
Aims - Nov 16, 2006 12:47:23 pm PST #1857 of 10004
Shit's all sorts of different now.
tommyrot - Nov 16, 2006 12:51:00 pm PST #1858 of 10004
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
...and the legend grows....
Connie Neil - Nov 16, 2006 12:55:51 pm PST #1859 of 10004
brillig
I'm picturing the thatching on the candy nut hut
Miracleman - Nov 16, 2006 12:59:51 pm PST #1860 of 10004
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
I'm picturing the thatching on the candy nut hut
Flaked coconut.
I burned out parts of my own brain, just now.
Aims - Nov 16, 2006 1:00:21 pm PST #1861 of 10004
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Honey, where'd you put that check I need to deposit??
Nebbermind - found it.
Miracleman - Nov 16, 2006 1:06:33 pm PST #1862 of 10004
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
Honey, where'd you put that check I need to deposit??
Nebbermind - found it.
Good. 'cause the answer was "Uh...in your hand."
juliana - Nov 16, 2006 1:06:36 pm PST #1863 of 10004
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
Was it in the nut hut?
Aims - Nov 16, 2006 1:10:55 pm PST #1864 of 10004
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Can't. Breathe. From. Laughing. Too. Hard.
Miracleman - Nov 16, 2006 1:18:09 pm PST #1865 of 10004
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
Was it in the nut hut?
Scene: Back room of a Wells Fargo branch. The day is ending and all that remains to do is sort the checks deposited in the ATM.
Employee 1: How many do we got to do?
Employee 2: Not many. We'll be out of here pretty quick.
Employee 1 opens envelope.
E1: Hey...check this out.
E2: What?
E1: Is it still Halloween or something?
E2: No. Why?
E1: This check. It smells like candy. Like...coconut. And, hey, is that a Smartie?
E2: DON'T EAT IT!! DROP THE CHECK AND STEP AWAY!
E2 hits an alarm button. Heavy metal gates drop from the ceiling, trapping them inside. Red lights flash. A recorded announcement blares "PLEASE EVACUATE THE BUILDING! BIO-HAZARD EMERGENCY! PLEASE EVACUATE THE BUILDING! BIO HAZARD EMERGENCY!..."
E1: Holy shit! What is it?! Anthrax?!
E2: NUT HUT!!
E1: We're so fucked.
Glamcookie - Nov 16, 2006 1:25:45 pm PST #1866 of 10004
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister
Aimee boobage! Woot!
Also, Trudes? You can totally swear off guys. "Ask me how!"