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Spike's Bitches 33: Weeping, crawling, blaming everybody else

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[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.

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Laura - Dec 29, 2006 4:58:57 pm PST #8049 of 10004

Our wings are not tired.

{{Daisy Jane}} I'm sorry for your loss.

{{ND and family}} Vibes for you and yours.

{{GC & GF}} I hope a better alternative is found for your dad.

Welcome home, vw.

prepares to jump into katefate's lap and nuzzle her neck when she next appears

I skimmed. It's hot tonight. Don't want to close up and put on the air. That seems wrong. Maybe I should sit outside for a bit. It's 75F with 77% humidity, so that might not help. Windy though. Drippy.

Cass - Dec 29, 2006 5:04:59 pm PST #8050 of 10004

Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

You should do that.

I did. You got me a blue piece of paper! Alternately, I can trade that tomorrow with the office for valuable fun and prizes.

Chilly outside here. But I now have, in addition to my blue paper, fizzy wine and dark chocolate-covered fig bits.

Lee - Dec 29, 2006 5:06:35 pm PST #8051 of 10004

The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Alternately, I can trade that tomorrow with the office for valuable fun and prizes.

Or a white piece of paper, at the very least!

Cass - Dec 29, 2006 5:11:13 pm PST #8052 of 10004

Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

Don't go being racist to my Smurfy paper... Except the blue is a little bit teal and I am not a fan of teal. So, yeah, trading it in tomorrow.

Lee - Dec 29, 2006 5:32:17 pm PST #8053 of 10004

The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I wasn't being racist-- there really is a white piece of paper involved.

Cass - Dec 29, 2006 5:40:10 pm PST #8054 of 10004

Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

Huh, so much for my being funny. Like the funny syphilis. With fewer vengeful Indians.

Do I get more hints? I like hints!

Lee - Dec 29, 2006 5:48:25 pm PST #8055 of 10004

The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Aww, poor Cass. You were funnier than even the funny syphillis.

No hints!

Pix - Dec 29, 2006 5:49:40 pm PST #8056 of 10004

We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie

I have a really icky headache which seems to be slowly tipping toward migraine-land. Make it go away?

ChiKat - Dec 29, 2006 5:52:17 pm PST #8057 of 10004

That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?

::kisses Kristin's temples and gently rubs::

esse - Dec 29, 2006 6:03:06 pm PST #8058 of 10004

S to the A -- using they/them pronouns!

Kristin, I'm sorry, I think you must have gotten my headache from earlier today. My apologies.

In other news, oh my dear loving CHRIST how much do I miss diner food right now? Answer: a whole hell of a lot. All I'm thinking about is chicken and waffles, pancakes and bacon, eggs and toast and grits and hash browns, my fucking god HASH BROWNS, covered, smothered, and served with a smile. Finished off with apple pie a la mode and in no way good coffee from the pot.

Salivating. Right now.

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