I have Fernet! Can I hang in the corner?
Buffy ,'Same Time, Same Place'
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.
I have Fernet! Can I hang in the corner?
I'm afraid there's not enough room in that corner for all of your bosoms.
can I hang with y'all?
ALWAYS!!
I have Fernet! Can I hang in the corner?
Woot! It's a party!
I'm afraid there's not enough room in that corner for all of your bosoms.
It's a GOOD party!!
I'm afraid there's not enough room in that corner for all of your bosoms.
I'll just sulk in the other corner, swigging Fernet and torturing Dean, then.
Goddamn character won't shut his freakin' cakehole, just because I went and killed Sammy. No flippin' excuse for yammering on at me all morning, damn it.
I'm afraid there's not enough room in that corner for all of your bosoms.
You say that like it is a bad thing.
I finished my antibiotics! I don't think I'm infectious anymore. At least not in the bacterial/viral way.I finished mine, too. Tuesday night.
I'm afraid there's not enough room in that corner for all of your bosoms.Sure there is. Real bosoms are squooshy.
C'mon over, Plei. Let me try some of that Fernet you and juliana are working. Maybe it'll clear me the rest of the way out.
I'm afraid there's not enough room in that corner for all of your bosoms.
Pffft. Our bosoms, they are mighty. The corner will MAKE room for them!
Our corner's like an ad for Wacoal and Fernet!
The latter of which, by the way, I've shot whenever I've started to feel a cold coming on. It seems to have done the trick each time.
Grapefruit and/or grapefruit juice often do the trick for me, but I drank too much OJ beforehand, and I was getting a canker from the acids. It's gone now. I should chug some grapefruit juice.
Not right now though, because I'm eating beef stew and just no.
The latter of which, by the way, I've shot whenever I've started to feel a cold coming on. It seems to have done the trick each time.
Italian grammas do not lie.