Dork, impulse buyer. Have you taken the shirt for alterations yet?
Now I did a job. I got nothing but trouble since I did it, not to mention more than a few unkind words as regard to my character so let me make this abundantly clear. I do the job. And then I get paid.
Mal ,'Serenity'
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.
SuziQ - Feb 27, 2007 8:18:28 pm PST #7786 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
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.
-t - Feb 27, 2007 8:57:17 pm PST #7794 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
And despair. Don't forget the delicious despair.
Lee - Feb 27, 2007 9:05:54 pm PST #7795 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Pothead.
Hey, I'm not the one who went impulse shopping at the concert.