::makes note to Pete's gift idea list: wooden shoes, kilt, machine gun::
Mal ,'Jaynestown'
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.
But if they were mercenaries, they would just fight because they were being paid to, not because they were mad.
(joking)
My type changes a lot, but the one unchanged theme seems to be the type of cuteness that works without trouble. I get turned on by hair hastily clipped up, no or very little makeup, simple clothes, and an expression that implies this person is too busy thinking or doing stuff to care beyond the basics. Oh, and glasses.
Yeah, but I think they had a lot of job satisfaction, if you know what I mean.
Aimée, I will not wear a kilt. Give that to ND.
looks at Brits askance
Well, we got eventually over that whole have to conquer the world thing. To everything there is a season, I guess ...
As a Scot, we have license to rage outwardly. As a Canadian, that's considered impolite. Welcome to my psychosis.
Aimée, I will not wear a kilt.
::makes note to Pete's No Fun list: Will not wear kilt::
Welcome to my psychosis.
Quite. I always thought a Dutch berserker to be a contradictory notion, but Bonnie Prince Charlie was all too happy to hire them for his war.
::makes note to Pete's No Fun list: Will not wear kilt::
I HAVE A 'NO FUN' LIST?!?
Jeeze, woman, you'll give me a complex.
I think I'm the combo of one of the guys/beautiful (as uncomfortable as it makes me to use that particular term, and as much as I feel I need to explain/disclaim the use of it here as particular to the type I get pinned as) freak, depending.
Pretty much what I feel like, though I'm sure others see it different (the loud annoying drunkard is the other option).
I've never been in a fight, for pretty much the reasons Pete outlines. Plus, I'm always the one who's all, "This fighting thing is cutting into my drinking time! Let's just stop with the fighting, okay?" But yeah. The day I'm cornered into a fight, it ain't gonna be pretty.
I know what types I'm not. I fear what type I am.
my ideal type is, like, a logger or something. And if he wears a tux, he has to know how to fistfight in it
You know, there's a paraphilia-related entry in Wikipedia that talks about just this. Made me feel a little spied on.