Oh, like you've never eaten meat from clowns...
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.
Roast clown is tasty. And funny as hell too.
I just haven't figured out how I feel about eating clones. Or if it will encourage Lucas to make more of those crappy movies.
Those clones I might eat. If only to make them GO. AWAY.
But then I discovered Winchesters, and all hope was abandoned
...which is understandable, because - Winchesters. But Entourage makes my heart explode with love. And Ari is fanfuckingtastic. And he is also Mrs Ari's bitch, which is just fabulous. And in the episode we just saw (Season 2 episode 2) he just turned down an invitation to a party with the announcement that "..Well, I'd love to, but it's anal sex night at the Gold house, and I have to go home and punish my wife."
::flails some more::
Love. Love. Love.
Not big angsty dark monster-slaying love, admittedly, but...LOVE.
Love.
Yes.
Don't diss the Lucas. He and Spielberg have finalized the script for Indiana Jones 4
I'll diss him until I'm sure he hasn't fucked with Indy.
I'M HOME! Or, at least at my parents' doing laundry.
My puppy is COMPLETELY ignoring me. Something tells me he's a little pissed off at his mom.
Yay home and launderage. Boo Toto ignorage.
Huh, I should do that laundry thing. But I have warm stuff here that I didn't wear in San Diego. So I can put it off slightly longer and then have megatons of laundry to do in the future. That seems okay.
Today is the first Friday in weeeeeeeeeks that I haven't flown to California. It's bliss.
Plei, as luck would have it, there is an Entourage marathon on HBO this weekend.
Also, I forgot to mention yesterday, that at my TJs, they now carry caramels with French sea salt. Not chocolate covered, sadly, but still of the Yum.
YAY for being home, VW!
Today is the first Friday in weeeeeeeeeks that I haven't flown to California. It's bliss.
Oh sure, if you live in Portland. If you live in California, though, no Cass flyage is a total bummer.
YAY for being home, VW! I'm sorry Toto is being a poopy-head.