It's right over there, in my other purse.
With the pot?
Stop means no. And no means no. So . . . stop.
Xander ,'Conversations with Dead People'
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.
juliana - Feb 27, 2007 8:15:29 pm PST #7784 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
Lee - Feb 27, 2007 8:17:52 pm PST #7785 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
hush, dorkhead.
SuziQ - Feb 27, 2007 8:18:28 pm PST #7786 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Dork, impulse buyer. Have you taken the shirt for alterations yet?
juliana - Feb 27, 2007 8:25:08 pm PST #7787 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
I hate you both.
And no.
Aims - Feb 27, 2007 8:25:42 pm PST #7788 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
I hate you both.
Course you hate them.
CAUSE YOU LOVE ME.
Lee - Feb 27, 2007 8:25:59 pm PST #7789 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I hate you both.
Liar liar pants on fire.
SuziQ - Feb 27, 2007 8:32:33 pm PST #7790 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
I just am loving on the dork x-post.
I guess this would be the wrong time to say "We don't need no water..."
juliana - Feb 27, 2007 8:37:22 pm PST #7791 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
All shall love you and despair, Empress.
Liar liar pants on fire.
Pothead.
Aims - Feb 27, 2007 8:42:30 pm PST #7792 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
All shall love you and despair, Empress.
Wheeee!
I love you and despair, also.
Daisy Jane - Feb 27, 2007 8:52:37 pm PST #7793 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
It's a west coast smackdown! With love at the end.