Yes, please.
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.
You know the first shot on Hands [link] says nothing so much as cheap gay porn. And I am good with that. Still, the boy looks best to me wet.
Provocateuse, just bringing the pretty...
Yes, please.
If you're good, maybe for Xmas.
And, if I get Drew Barrymore. All to myself.
Yes, please.
And how!
t goes back to watching Dark Angel S2
And, if I get Drew Barrymore. All to myself.
We have spoken of this many, many times.
As recently as yesterday, as a matter of fact.
Drew Barrymore is like pesto dipping sauce.
Tastes better when you SHARE.
Tastes better when you SHARE.
Fair point.
I'll be in my bunk.
IOBeerN, I just dropped a bottle of beer on the floor. Turns out they open nicely when you do this. Drenched the floor and much of me in beer. Good thing I hadn't cleaned the kitchen sink yet. Still, I expect my house to smell like a brewery tomorrow when mom comes.
And now theirs 98 bottles of beer on the wall?
They're pre-empting Bones for that craptacular remake of "Cheaper by the Dozen"???
Good reason to write fic tonight.
This may be a little late to vote, vw, but I think both 4 and 6 are charming.
And now theirs 98 bottles of beer on the wall?Nine in the fridge, actually.
Twelve bottles of beer in the fridge. One drunked previously. Eleven bottles of beer in the fridge. One crashed to the floor. Ten bottles of beer in the fridge. One going in my tummy. Nine bottles of beer in the fridge...
I think I am braving one last trip of stuff out of the house and one last trip of stuff in from the car and then I am done (barring swapping out laundry and lying on heating pads) for the day.