t tosses handful of caramels in Suzi's direction
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.
It was website stalking. Tickets aren't for sale at the track yet. I just happened into the right promoter to ask some questions of...
I am allergic to myrrh.
That sounds like a cool allergy--provided one doesn't trigger it. When people say "Are you allergic to anything?" you can say "Myrrh." It almost begs a "But how do you know?" Kind of like if you say "I'm allergic to the sting of the booga-booga caterpillar of Borneo." You just know there's a story.
promoter
Oh, is that what you're calling him? wiggles eyebrows up and down at Cass, knowingly
That sounds like a cool allergy--provided one doesn't trigger it. When people say "Are you allergic to anything?" you can say "Myrrh." It almost begs a "But how do you know?
"They tested me when I applied for the position of Jesus."
On the plus side, Suzi, the A's got Piazza. Replace the hall of famer with another hall of famer.
But did you SEE how much we are paying Piazza?!? Geeesh.
Caramel. YUM!
On the plus side, Suzi, the A's got Piazza.
::sobs::
I still miss ol' Mike.
What's he going to play -- first?
Also, {{{Suzi}}}.
Bench. I mean, DH.
I dunno what the janitors mopped the floors with this morning. I suspect it was dish soap and bacon grease. I thought perhaps it might dry but after 45 minutes I was still sliding around and I had an hour to re-mop the whole thing so I figured it was better than watching the guests ice-skate around all day but shtuff kept piling up until I was frantically mopping. I now have two happy new blisters. Hooray!