the link worked for me, epic.
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.
Home now, nursing blisters with rum from a naked woman shot glass. Happy.
(the rum goes in my tummy, not on the blisters!)
Sorry, Epic, I wasn't clear. I can get to the link, but I can't figure out what to do.
the link worked for me, epic.
So maybe Suzi actually saw it and wasn't just humoring me? Excellent.
I got my Santa drunk, had him eat a cake or two and then get electrocuted. Did I miss anything?
Sorry, Epic, I wasn't clear. I can get to the link, but I can't figure out what to do.
That's just weird that the link didn't work for me then.
Anyway, use your arrow keys to help Santa get to his next drink. Avoid touching the train tracks (except it's kinda funny when you touch 'em).
I got my Santa drunk, had him eat a cake or two and then get electrocuted. Did I miss anything?
Nope, that's precisely the way I figured it would go. Silly, and with all the unanticipated weirdness with the linkage, even more distracting.
I ROCK at distracting!
My Santa got loaded, only ate a little, for even more loaded, farted some really evil farts, drinked some more drinks, burped and then one for the road before I turned him to cinders on the train tracks.
Good time.
I forgot about the farts. Evil, nasty farts.
eta - probably forgot cause it is too much like DH.
Oh, the arrow keys. Doy.
Off to intoxicate Santa...