Aw, crap AmyLiz. Those fuckers.
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.
Oh, crap, AmyLiz.
That's beyond blowing.
Amyliz, I'm so sorry.
((((AmyLiz and husband))))
Thanks, guys. Where's Aimee? I need some smiting done.
Since I'll be crawling under a rock for the next little while, I'm in no mood to do it myself.
{{{AmyLiz}}}
Is the world having a Bastard Employer of the Year competition or what?
Thanks, guys. Where's Aimee? I need some smiting done.
Here I am!!
First of all, {{{AmyLiz}}} People should not be fucking with the spouses of The Amy/Aimee's.
B - May Stephen's former employers suddenly find themselves not able to eat anything but salted slugs and rye crackers.
Seriously? Who thought that a Pink Slip was the gift to get the person who seems to have everything?