Now hold on, I'm gonna press the right pedal harder. I expect us to accelerate.

Anya ,'Showtime'


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.


erikaj - Jan 05, 2007 4:12:46 pm PST #9304 of 10004
Always Anti-fascist!

Are you...demanding?


Sean K - Jan 05, 2007 4:33:35 pm PST #9305 of 10004
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty

Jilli, I'm sure you're aware, but you have again made it into Dork Tower. You have no idea how much it makes me smile when I see that happen.


Atropa - Jan 05, 2007 4:35:15 pm PST #9306 of 10004
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

Jilli, I'm sure you're aware, but you have again made it into Dork Tower.

Oooh, I wasn't aware! scampers over to the website


Sean K - Jan 05, 2007 4:42:10 pm PST #9307 of 10004
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty

You squee in your appearence.


beekaytee - Jan 05, 2007 5:52:51 pm PST #9308 of 10004
Compassionately intolerant

You know what I want? I want dinner to magically appear, brought by the Dinner Fairies who have read my mind and know what I want for dinner even though *I* don't know what I want.

This, and what Cindy said, are exactly the ways I feel when I have UTI's. And I've had way too many of them. I'm so, so sorry you are feeling bad.

And not getting the right noises at the right time sucks major. Because the right noises at the right time seem to make everything so much better!

Blech. I hate that feeling...so I'll hate your bad feelings in solidarity.


Steph L. - Jan 05, 2007 6:14:38 pm PST #9309 of 10004
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe

Well, maybe 15-20 minutes after my last post, The Boy called (and I immediately thought "Does one of the Bitches *have* his cell phone number?") and said he was done with work for the night and did I want him to stop by?

Of course I said yes. So he stopped by, made "poor Teppy" sounds, and snuggled with me a bit, before going on his way. Though he didn't leave until he checked to see if I wanted him to make/get me food, and until he reminded me several times to drink lots of water.

So, my crazy brain was proved wrong. Yay!


Karl - Jan 05, 2007 6:54:37 pm PST #9310 of 10004
I adore all you motherfuckers so much -- PMM.

Three cheers for The Boy.

I'm very happy for you, dear Tep.


billytea - Jan 05, 2007 7:02:58 pm PST #9311 of 10004
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

She has a surprising well of love for characters who have a decenct, blunt cheery goodness.

And for Henry Kissinger.

Incidentally, I was talking to my brother about this Board, and he came up with the following summary: "Look, I don't mind you making lewd comments, as long as they're grammatically well-constructed."


Astarte - Jan 05, 2007 7:03:20 pm PST #9312 of 10004
Not having has never been the thing I've regretted most in my life. Not trying is.

Good Boy.

Sweet dreams, Tep, and keep forcing those fluids. (not at the same time, obviously.)


Maria - Jan 05, 2007 7:03:48 pm PST #9313 of 10004
Not so nice is that I'm about to ruin a Friday morning for a bunch of people because of a series of unfortunate events and an upset foreign government. - shrift

Yay for The Boy! I hope you're feeling better.

It was a comfort food night for me. I had mac 'n' cheese.

Karl, you've now earwormed me with "Let's Hear It For the Boy." Make it stop.