Heh. I just realized that the potential buyers should be here right in time for the Saturday afternoon screamfest courtesy of the upstairs neighbors. I hope they don't miss it.
Gunn: We open a can of Machiavelli on his ass. Harmony: It's Matchabelli, Einstein, and it doesn't come in a can.
'Soul Purpose'
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.
sj - Jan 12, 2007 10:25:43 am PST #585 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
erikaj - Jan 12, 2007 10:31:46 am PST #586 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
And I thought Lady Macbeth, the compulsive cleaner upstairs was bad... Man, there are times I miss the drug dealers.(And no, not for material...much)
sj - Jan 12, 2007 10:36:34 am PST #587 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
The drug dealers that used to live upstairs from me were very quiet and nice to me. Of course, we went to the same high school.
erikaj - Jan 12, 2007 10:41:21 am PST #588 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Drug dealers make fine neighbors, actually. They don't complain about your music, rat you out to the HOA, and all you ever hear are their vacuums. Of course they have a lot of friends come by for two minutes. LM must move her furniture every day...thump, thump, thump.
EpicTangent - Jan 12, 2007 10:42:19 am PST #589 of 10001
Why isn't everyone pelting me with JOY, dammit? - Zenkitty
I need to kill off a couple more dancing, apple cheeked dolls before I can indulge in tusslage.
But, but I'm a dancing, apple-cheeked doll! If you kill me, I won't be as much fun to tussle with! I'm certain of it!
You have no one but yourself to blame...
Am sad.
Also hungry. See y'all after lunch.
Hi Ho, Hi Ho, It's off to Submarina I go...
::Runs and hides. Yet again.::
tommyrot - Jan 12, 2007 10:54:00 am PST #590 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.
Drug dealers make fine neighbors, actually. They don't complain about your music, rat you out to the HOA, and all you ever hear are their vacuums. Of course they have a lot of friends come by for two minutes. LM must move her furniture every day...thump, thump, thump.
Once I had a roommate who was a dealer. I could tell whenever all the dealers in Madison were out of pot because all of a sudden he started getting a bazillion desperate phone calls.
Astarte - Jan 12, 2007 11:07:07 am PST #591 of 10001
Not having has never been the thing I've regretted most in my life. Not trying is.
But, but I'm a dancing, apple-cheeked doll! If you kill me, I won't be as much fun to tussle with! I'm certain of it!
This is not even a question.
I'm also fairly certain you're taller than my kneecap, so while I'm wading through anklebiters, I think you're safe...
Laura - Jan 12, 2007 11:10:14 am PST #592 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
So I skimmed. We are giving up coffee and taking up heroin?
Sorry about the perfume Vortex. Hate when that happens.
Burrell - Jan 12, 2007 11:33:00 am PST #593 of 10001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
Danke is Thank You. Bitte is You're Welcome.
I thought danke is "thank you" and bitte is "please," as in "please, it was nothing."
Lee - Jan 12, 2007 11:34:53 am PST #594 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
burrell=skimmer
It's both.