I wanna rock with you.
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.
The Boulder is over his conflicted feelings and now he's ready to bury you in a rockalanche!
I want Skyline Chili for dinner. I'm even where I could get some, but I'm not really walking distance to one, and I have no car while I am here. Grrrrrrr.
I AM A ROCK.
And you roll my blues away.
I AM AN ISLAND.
Papa was a rolling stone.
We're going to rock around the clock tonight.
I want Skyline Chili for dinner. I'm even where I could get some, but I'm not really walking distance to one, and I have no car while I am here. Grrrrrrr.
I just saw in Natter than you have to be back in the theatre at 5:30; otherwise, I'd pick you up after work and take you. As it is, I won't be home until 6 or so.
(And you *could* walk. The walk down might even be nice. The walk back up, however, is a bitch.)
Swear to gods I read that as "rock around the cock".