You're not here. You were on the moon at the time. With Steve.
'Shells'
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.
For billytea: King penguin chick hatches at Newport Aquarium. (The Newport Aquarium is right across the river from Cincinnati. So it's, like, MY penguin chick!)
Aww. And there's a gentoo penguin presiding over the weighing.
I recently switched from "pubically" to "publicly" because my students' dictionaries all spelled it the latter way.
Don't you mean "the other way?"
Of course I did. Forgive me, O British one, if it didn't inspire gales of hysterical laughter to erupt from mine lungs. It just...didn't.
Sourpuss. Only proves the Black Adam symbol would be more appropriate for you.
I blame David's Kissinger post, but I totally put an extra n in one of those words and had to blink for a while before I realized what you'd said wasn't at all what I'd just read.
t blinks
DIES LAUGHING
comes back to life
DIES LAUGHING AGAIN
You're not here. You were on the moon at the time. With Steve.
Which is almost as good as "running away, joining the circus".
me too...Plei, lest you think it was a Plei-thing. Yay...I got a story to read that was *actually* good. Sometimes I think the zine sends me awful stuff because they know I'm not afraid to drop the hammer on it.
I blame David's Kissinger post, but I totally put an extra n in one of those words and had to blink for a while before I realized what you'd said wasn't at all what I'd just read.
::looks sideways at Aimee::
You're not here. You were on the moon at the time. With Steve.
Ha! I just quoted him in Natter.
I still want a teeny Hello Kitty head on my hip. The wife would throw me out if I got it, though.
still laughing uproariously