Oh, my sweet Westley!
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.
That is the sound of ultimate suffering. The man in black makes it now.
(are we trying to kill the thread? Because a Princess Bride quote-off could do it)
We watched PB last summer on our family vacation and mom was like, "Why bother even watching? You're just quoting along with it."
All Princes Bride, all the time.
Deviating from that, I've been wheeling and dealing and have (possibly) secured an extra weekend game for us, moved another one out of a cruch schedule and have traded a batting cages practice for a full field practice game. I feel like Radar.
Announcement= Bellydancing is still Teh Awesome
Analysis= I must do it every week 4-EVA!
S's temp is now down to 101.4. Still not great, but much better.
And I still feel like crap. Stoopid ick.
Inconceivable!
You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.
Better than Frank Burns.
Just make sure nurse gets the hairdryer, the dentist gets the three day pass to Tokyo, Frank gets the birthday party and Klinger can get the signatures on his Section 8.
And I still feel like crap. Stoopid ick.
Perhaps it is Sympathy Ick. It's romantic!