Spike ,'Sleeper'
[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.
Hey! You can strikethrough all you want, missy, but I'm not so sure about this "I'm all for tormenting the Pete" lark!
Was your marriage license not in Queen's English, therefore you missed that part? It's right under the "Jilli does not have to provide snacky-type foods while you shoot people in the head." clause.
Was your marriage license not in Queen's English, therefore you missed that part? It's right under the "Jilli does not have to provide snacky-type foods while you shoot people in the head." clause.
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See, The Empress understands about these things.
Y'all DO realize that Peev's clothes are molded on like an action figure's, right? RIGHT????
Look, until David Bowie and Gerard Way magically appear out of one of my wardrobes, I'm not agreeing to this theory. IJS ...
Y'all DO realize that Peev's clothes are molded on like an action figure's, right? RIGHT????
Ah, right on time. I was expecting this response from Plei.
Y'know, my current state of attire would certainly disprove your theory.
Was your marriage license not in Queen's English, therefore you missed that part? It's right under the "Jilli does not have to provide snacky-type foods while you shoot people in the head." clause.
Hush you.
if we are paid up to a certain point in time, does that count for something?
To be honest, I don't know. It depends upon what's in your renter's agreement. Your landlord does have to give you a certain amount of notice, which is usually 30 days. He/she can't sell it tomorrow and ask you to quit the premises the day after.
I'm sure your lovely wife is quite skilled in the non-caring Olympics herself, Mr. Stripey Tights & Candy Bra Man.
Naw, that ain't me, I'm from Buffalo.
Ha! This is what happens when the phone rings and I walk away mid-post.
I'm in verra good company. Scrappy and Vortex are wise, sj, and I love the cross-postiness of it.
See, The Empress understands about these things.
Hells yeah I do. I read and re-read my marriage license to make sure it didn't have shit in there like, "Wife will forgo buying new shoes in deference to husband buying comic books" or "Husband shall have all rights to question certain beauty choices and all hithertootherefore."
Hush you.
YOU hush!
YOU hush!Is this going to turn to hair-pulling next? You'd be at a distinct disadvantage.
Is this going to turn to hair-pulling next? You'd be at a distinct disadvantage.
I figured we'd go the hand slapping first and then the flicking of the ears.
Gah! Not the flicking of ears! uh. Oh, I hate that. That frikkin' HURTS.