Fun name, blandest dish ever.
(And I love the story.)
You know me! I'm like, "Go school! It's your birthday!" Or something to that effect.
Willow ,'Empty Places'
Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
Susan W. - Oct 27, 2003 8:03:41 pm PST #7255 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
deborah grabien - Oct 27, 2003 8:17:35 pm PST #7256 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Now I want some mu shiu pork. If that's the one with the nifty littlle pancakes...
Susan W. - Oct 27, 2003 8:22:32 pm PST #7257 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
It is. And I loves me some moo shu.
deborah grabien - Oct 27, 2003 8:27:57 pm PST #7258 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
(scurrying off to kitchen to pick at leftover Chinese takeaway)
Connie Neil - Oct 27, 2003 8:35:43 pm PST #7259 of 10001
brillig
Well, Angel's stealing it because it's Wesley's. I did try to figure out who was getting which dish that Fred was ordering.
Beverly - Oct 27, 2003 8:45:36 pm PST #7260 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Lovely little bit, connie. Moo goo gai pan is fun to say, but I think Mu Shu is even more fun.
Loved the "not like he's got mass"
"Nope. High Anglican." Angel was still beaming.
'Twould make Angel beam, wouldn't it?
Cindy - Oct 28, 2003 12:47:55 am PST #7261 of 10001
Nobody
Connie, that was so very fun! Excellent! Thank you.
erikaj - Oct 28, 2003 10:15:49 am PST #7262 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
The confrontation with the demon starts here: [link]
erikaj - Oct 28, 2003 11:24:37 am PST #7263 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
And Beverly, thanks. I thought maybe I was off. And, stop? I think not. I'm obsessed now...there's a lot of Tim in me. And sadly, I don't mean porn.
Karl - Oct 29, 2003 1:34:49 pm PST #7264 of 10001
I adore all you motherfuckers so much -- PMM.
Erika, my lovely, I owe you a hug and a backrub when I see you next (already approved by my DW). I've had a crap day, and coming home to your mail was just absolutely lovely.
So I'll say it (again!) loudly in front of all and sundry: Erika is the bee's knees, the cat's pajamas, and furthermore a splendid friend to have.
(I'd post this in Bitches, but I'm now 1000 messages behind there -- after being away for two whole days. Yes, I'm just home from my mum's. No, we won't get the biopsy results back until the end of the week. Erika, I'll send you mail later tonight; right now, I'm going to fall over and go boom for a while.)