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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.
{{{{{Laura}}}}} That's awful. I'm so sorry.
Oh Laura, that's horrid. That's really awful.
I'm so glad you're ok.
Oh, Laura. That is really horrible. Cards or phone alone--bad enough. But they just jacked way too much of you right there. I'm so sorry.
Kristin! I just finally asserted that you do work at the school I'd guessed (a: I'm not good with paying attention and b: I kept forgetting to ask). One of our krav instructors goes there, and at least one other student that I know of.
Laura, oh my god! I'm so glad you're all right, but damn -- that fucktard needs Aimee's smiting a thousand times over.
{{{{Laura}}}}
ita! That's very cool. Email me names? I'm verra curious.
Also, hoping that they love this place as much as I do.
That sucks, Laura. May he get boils in the most painful places. May he have an itch he can never scratch. May his hair fall out and may all the women he's with laugh at his penis.
What did the police say?
Laura, jeebus. I'm so sorry.
Insent, Kristin, to your profile address.
(((Laura)))