Book ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
[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.
And...a dessert wine!
"It says right here...."
Brusha brusha brusha ... get the new Ipana...with the brand new flavor...it's dandy for your teeth! Brush brusha brusha ... new Ipana toothpaste ... brusha brusha brusha ... knock out decay germs fast fast faster you're alright...AUUUGGHHH!!
Want me to pierce your ears?
Here, you can use my virgin pin.
Well, finally, it's good for something. You know I'd take Rizzo's line...she was my favorite. From Pink Lady to First Lady...long strange trip for SC.
Just don't let Sandy smoke.
There will be no puking in any of the corners.
Wheeee! I want to watch Grease now.
ION, I'm growing my hair out so I can do a short bob. The front bangish pieces are getting really long (but they're not really bangs because it's parted on the side).
It dried funny today, with the front pieces falling forward and the bottom, around my nape, kind of flipping up.
And I realized, looking in the mirror without my glasses on, I look like James Spader circa Pretty In Pink.
I feel a sudden need to be snobbish and coldly sexual.
And you need to call Buffy.
Like, totally.
And you need to call Buffy.
You passed!
I loved Marty.
Maraschino.
Ya know? Like in cherry?