You're like my fairy godmother, and Santa Claus, and Q all wrapped up into one! Q from Bond, not Star Trek.

Buffy ,'Help'


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.


Ginger - Feb 04, 2007 5:46:03 am PST #3995 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

Awwww! [link]


Laura - Feb 04, 2007 5:57:49 am PST #3996 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.

Lovely pictures! My son enjoyed all the critters. I enjoyed seeing the happy couple. Very nice.

Warm here. Not rainy where I am, but it is rainy in Miami. 70ish now, but it looks like high 60s and light rain for the SuperBowl. The thunderstorms should be long over.

{{P-C}} Really I can't even imagine. I've been married 3 times and Never did my parents involve themselves in my decisions. I respect that you make every effort to treat your family with respect, but this is too important. Your bio is fun and my wish is that you find a mate that appreciates fun.

Ah, go me, I went to the gym again this morning. Now to do some more chores and get ready to host a small football gathering. Need propane to grill stuff.


vw bug - Feb 04, 2007 6:21:46 am PST #3997 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

Toto wants to play with his football, which is appropriate for the day, but not for this migraine. Poor guy doesn't understand why I just took it away. I feel like a bad mom.


tommyrot - Feb 04, 2007 6:27:40 am PST #3998 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

Poor guy doesn't understand why I just took it away. I feel like a bad mom.

He'll probably lump it in there with other things humans do that he doesn't understand. Like wearing clothes.


Beverly - Feb 04, 2007 6:38:59 am PST #3999 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

My search-fu is weak. Somebody explain the root thing, because I know it, but not well enough to either find it, or explain it, and it will be like one of those jokes you have to explain and the funny will all leak out.

Deena! billytea! Anne! It's too darned cold here, too. I'm askeered to go see if we have a degree or not. I've got a fleece vest, a lap blanket and a space heater under my chair, and I'm thinking about going back to bed.


tommyrot - Feb 04, 2007 6:41:11 am PST #4000 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

It was a Buffista joke. Something about a poor, third-world woman - all she had was a root. And then a Buffista mentioning that there's probably a woman who's poorer still, thinking "I wish I had a root."


Deena - Feb 04, 2007 6:51:50 am PST #4001 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara

Ah, that's it! I knew I'd heard it somewhere. Thanks Tommy.

My skipping ways have been shamefully revealed. {{Cass}} I'm sorry.

I went back to bed, took a nap, and had a nightmare where someone insulted my (irl nonexistent) carpentry skills and tried to burn down the house when I told him to leave and never return.I woke up extremely upset with the crazy not-real-person.


DavidS - Feb 04, 2007 7:08:53 am PST #4002 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

It was a Buffista joke.

It was bon's joke. Teppy can quote it to you verbatim.

I think it was a root and a goat.


brenda m - Feb 04, 2007 7:12:43 am PST #4003 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

I thought it was Betsy for some reason.


brenda m - Feb 04, 2007 7:15:17 am PST #4004 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

Ah, here we go.

Betsy: The building with the cookies is having a fire evacuation.

No cookie for me.

I went for a walk around the lagoon.

A walk is not a cookie.

I returned to the vending machine. They were out of Peanut M&Ms, so I got Plain. Then I went upstairs.

We don't have any unflavored fizzy water. We only have artificial berry-flavored.

My plans for the remainder of the afternoon: Sulk.

Allyson: So in third world speak, it'd be all:

I went out to get an egg this morning but some sort of beast ate my hen, so I had to suck on the same root I had yesterday.

Then I decided to walk to the watering hole to get a bucket of water to start boiling leaves for that friggin' whooping cough that won't let up, and tripped over my 8th youngest kid, who succumbed to the ebola.

It's just not my day.

bon bon: Did I tell you all about my rich neighbor who has a chicken and seven kids? She's really got it made. Me, I'm a spinster. I WISH I had some root and a husband. At least I have one leg to take me past my daily stoning.