Granted, if someone would just give me billions of dollars with which to do as I pleased, none of this would be a problem.
This is my mantra for LIFE. Why is it that I'm not independently wealthy when I'm clearly such a nice and deserving person?
'Dirty Girls'
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Granted, if someone would just give me billions of dollars with which to do as I pleased, none of this would be a problem.
This is my mantra for LIFE. Why is it that I'm not independently wealthy when I'm clearly such a nice and deserving person?
I'm clearly such a nice and deserving person?
Seriously. We need merit-pay.
This is my mantra for LIFE. Why is it that I'm not independently wealthy when I'm clearly such a nice and deserving person?
I've been asking this same question a lot, lately.
Gris we now live walking distance from the Pasadena Roscoe's.
HA! I knew she stole those black robes.
Hey, give her credit. She made the robes.
She stole the material.
Gris we now live walking distance from the Pasadena Roscoe's.
Booking my trip out west suddenly took on a whole new sense of urgency.
I know I'm totally in the minority here but I just don't get the appeal of Roscoe's.
"Chicken and waffles!"
Meh. For this I wait half an hour?
I know I'm totally in the minority here but I just don't get the appeal of Roscoe's.
Uhm. See there's sweet things. And there's salty greasy things. And you usually don't get to combine your vices like that.
It's like a speedball.
For me it's really all about the smothered fried chicken, though. Everything's better with gravy on it.
Uhm. See there's sweet things. And there's salty greasy things. And you usually don't get to combine your vices like that.
I like to dip pretzels in vanilla ice cream, thanks to my grandfather, who introduced me to the practice, but I don't know about chicken and waffles. Fried chicken and waffles with *syrup*?
We don't have Roscoe's. We do have the Golden Rule cafe which is in a totally bad neighborhood so I haven't been. Although I don't know how bad things get during daylight chicken-eating hours. And it's run by this woman named Louella or something, who's supposed to be quite the icon, which is how I know of it.