'Dirty Girls'
[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 should not read BRQG whilst drinking the good scotch. There's no way I can suck all that out of my keyboard with a straw.
You could make it a drinking game! Every time I discuss some animal's mating habits, drink! Every time Allyson mentions the Footprints story, drink! Every time Miracleman says something geekly, drin-- well, how drunk do you want to get, here?
Actually, it would be every time MM goes off on a rant, or being able to distinguish between ita, erika, and shrift. Drink. You, you're either the animal mating habits or a dry, witty answer to an honest question.
(Been buff diving for the past hour or so.)
ET: Fix the horrid, horrid grammar. Seriously, was I raised in a barn?
Plei, are you laughing really really hard?
I think I scared the cat.
There have been moments where laughing was very loud and hard.
The kissing up continues. I got a bottle of cask strength Macallan when I got home.
Whoa. That is serious penance-attempt. The Guid Stuff! I could have some, right now! Or I could go to bed. Hmm. Dilemmas.
Plei, are you laughing really really hard?
I think I scared the cat.
I laughed so hard they could hear me in the bar below.
Hee.
Hey, Bitches. I am just back from my first Little League draft as the Manager Calling The Shots.
I am very psyched about our team which is fast and athletic and can all catch the ball. Little on the young side, but I think we'll have enough hitting to keep us going. I'm pretty sure we've got the fastest team in the league.
Tomorrow we head to Sacramento after work, spend the night and then the weekend in Tahoe. Keep your fingers crossed that Emmett doesn't mangle himself in the snow. He's been a bit reckless lately.
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.You knew the risks when you slaughtered the emo boy.
Which ... well, I *like* tortured Dean ... so I am in favor.
Can I bring whiskey to this one and watch you torture Dean?Best. Corner. Ever!
::opens a mommy grown up juice box::
Please continue...
saves a seat for Cass.HA! Lee rocks! And knows me well.
See, right now, I'm less wanting to torture, more wanting to tickle.
I suspect that this has to do with the glass of elderberry honey wine I had before the show.