Papa was a rolling stone.
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.
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.
The walk to Skyline from the University isn't bad, it's the walk from there to my Hotel that sucks, and is through some not so friendly neighborhoods.
I'll probably be done by 8 or 8:30 tonight.
If that's what you're into, ain't nobody's place to judge, baby.
MWAH!
Everybody wants a rock to wind a piece of string around.
I'll probably be done by 8 or 8:30 tonight.
If you want Skyline when you're done, call me. Do you have my number?
Everybody wants a rock to wind a piece of string around.
Actually, I want a prosthetic forehead to wear on my real head.