'Out Of Gas'
[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'm serious: I want one I didn't do myself, but am Waffling WRT What!
Yes, I'd seen that. Still, I'm not sure I can just come up with a suitable idea on the spot. Perhaps a discarded Nightwing mask?
Don't you have some monsterz to be adorablin' up?
No, my deadline is done, little miss sarky-pants. Don't you have some papers to grade?
I wanna get the Captain Marvel thunderbolt tattooed on my shoulder.
No, my deadline is done, little miss sarky-pants. Don't you have some papers to grade?
Yes, I do.
little miss sarky-pants
Minus two for spelling.
Like, where my glyph is? But on you?
And what shall we get Emeline?
Yes, I'd seen that. Still, I'm not sure I can just come up with a suitable idea on the spot. Perhaps a discarded Nightwing mask?
You'd think I'd have SOME symbol important enough to get tattooed on my own sweet self, don't you?
Sigh.
Don't think I haven't considered the Bat. I have.
But I think I need something more personal. Hrrm.
Minus two for spelling.
Nuh-uh. 'Sarky' is a commonly used spelling of the compression back in dear old Blightey. So bum to you, missy.
I wanna get the Captain Marvel thunderbolt tattooed on my shoulder.
Naaah. Get Black Adam's.
But I think I need something more personal. Hrrm.
A picture of Paul in Bat PJ's?
PMM - an Eewok.
Nuh-uh. 'Sarky' is a commonly used spelling of the compression back in dear old Blightey. So bum to you, missy.
Oh sure. It's "British." Make up a few more words, why don't you.
MM, I think that would be wicked cool. You know what could be even cooler? Is if you did your MM design...
I have no other tattoo advice. Must reschedule my design appointment.
I just slept for three hours. Oops. I meant to sleep for like a half hour. Even set the alarm. For AM.
Oh sure. It's "British." Make up a few more words, why don't you.
AHAHAHA! I totally started getting sparky with Tom back in the day when we got together and I kept accusing him of making words right up and trying to pass them off as British. Man, we zinged each other but good.