(Besides, I knew that'd chap yer ass more than me trying to argue with you. Muah. Ha. Ha.)
Fizzy water hurts if you inhale it when you're trying to keep from cackling out loud. IJS.
[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.
(Besides, I knew that'd chap yer ass more than me trying to argue with you. Muah. Ha. Ha.)
Fizzy water hurts if you inhale it when you're trying to keep from cackling out loud. IJS.
chap yer ass
Not a phrase that is commonly associated with me, I have to say.
Your ass is chapless?
Take your mind off my ass. It's too old for you.
I can swing both ways on the age pendulum. From the not quite legal to the legal a long long long long long long time ago.
Jello?
From the not quite legal to the legal a long long long long long long time ago.
In a galaxy far far away
Any other week I would, but with all this shit, the answer is a resounding "hell fuck no."
Understood. I'm just praying I don't have any of those "give me potato chips and chocolate or someone's gonna die" days before I'm free to partake (within reason) again.
Aren't all asses chapless, otherwise they're pants - wait that can't be it.
Fizzy water hurts if you inhale it when you're trying to keep from cackling out loud. IJS.
Hush you.
Your ass is chapless?
Yes. Wait. I fear you're making some kind of wordplay on 'chap'.
From the not quite legal to the legal a long long long long long long time ago.
Yeah, ta, grandma. Here's yer zimmer frame.
Pete! I was just thinking of you this morning as I walked into work. You may be saddened to hear that I was thinking of you because my route into work takes me past the gift shop, which has recently changed its display window to prominently and adoringly showcase a variety of merchandise by a certain fairy art hack purveyor. I had fun on the elevator ride up remembering you manfully (yet adorably) frogmarching the scary lurker away from the F2F and imagining the righteous assault you'd launch on the gift shop if only you could.
If I ever encountered Amy Brown, I'd probably be frighteningly polite. I'm always polite - but brief - with people who have earned my displeasure. As for the gift shop, I'd just tune it out as I have had to do with a variety of stores around here.
This doesn't stop you being a cradle-snatching perv, you know. Same goes for you, Cass.I'm not cradle-snatching, I am cradle-lusting. It's still pervy but a little less creepy.
I hope.
I can swing both ways on the age pendulum. From the not quite legal to the legal a long long long long long long time ago.Paul Newman? A damn fine looking man...
Here's yer zimmer frame.
Won't you need it?
July 23rd