my cat is staring at his food bowl. guess he wants food.
'Out Of Gas'
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.
my cat is staring at his food bowl. guess he wants food.
Does your cat's breath smell like cat food, beth?
He has taken to wearing it as a lounging robe over his clothes in the evenings.
Start calling him "Hef."
Start calling him "Hef."
Heeee! It is camoflauge terry cloth, not silk, but yeah...
Does your cat's breath smell like cat food, beth?
now it does.
you were waiting for that answer, weren't you?
{{{fay}}} {{{fay's wee sister}}} and lots of ~card cancel-ma or whatever sort of ~ ma is needed.
Also, curses on the so-called friend.
Wee sister Jay needs better friends.
Shoot him in the cock, Fay.
{{Fay and WeeSister}} Damn, that boy better be running fast. What an ass. I'm glad your sister is okay, Fay. Getting mugged can be very, very scary.
May WeeSisterJay come out of this unscatched, and may her friend come out of this rather scathed.
sending hugs and glares....