The Boulder is over his conflicted feelings and now he's ready to bury you in a rockalanche!
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.
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".
Swear to gods I read that as "rock around the cock".
If that's what you're into, ain't nobody's place to judge, baby.