Hi, Meara!
Spike's Bitches 34: They're All Slime and Antlers
[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.
So sorry, Aimee.
Hi meara!
Sorry about the sucky people, Aimee
Ah, I see I'm not the only one who resorts to the old even-though-I'm-famished-and-about-to-pass-out-the-Lean-Pocket-will-save-me trick.
Ah yes. It is a time-honored tradition amongst the slacker-eaters.
Yay us!
Hey, sometimes I throw in some raw carrots or an apple, to make it healthy.
Hey, sometimes I throw in some raw carrots or an apple, to make it healthy.
I just ate two clementines. I figure that counts.
I'm impressed that you guys keep Lean Pockets around the house. I'm generally reduced to scrounging for crackers.
Ah, meara, you were on my mind tonight. The bartender at The Alembic, Josie, is just your type of dyke with really nice biceps and a friendly smile and dark, short curly hair.
I'm impressed that you guys keep Lean Pockets around the house.
Actually, this conversation reminded me that I am out.
Good luck with the neurologist, meara. I hope you find out something useful.
I just put a pot of water on to boil, an dit made a bunch of loud cracking noises and now the bottom is all round instead of flat. Freaky.
Now the smoke alarm is going off. From boiling water.
No more cooking for me I'm going to live on Lean Pockets.
Um, you put water in the pot, right?