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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.
I KNOW.
Funny. I was just thinking: I should get Aimee somthing pretty. She deserves something pretty. Anything in particular that would please you?
Ack! But now you're in reach!
Anything in particular that would please you?
Pink. Shiny. Pink.
Old Navy Gift Card.
Pink. Shiny. Pink.
Old Navy Gift Card.
Good to know. I like pleasing the Empress.
I like pleasing the Empress.
Hey, get out of our bed!
I like pleasing the Empress.
More people should adopt this frame of mind. People like ... my boss. And President Bush. One of those two people would actually believe I am a true real Empress of a powerful land. Hint: Not my boss.
Hey, get out of our bed!
TMI! TMI! TMI!
Going back (yes, I'm posting from work ... and stupid work keeps interfering with my Buffista time) - keeping the Winchesters in gilded, velvet cushioned cages would make them restless ... so added angst! yay!
Hey, get out of our bed!
Come on, man! You're one of my closest friends. I have way to much respect for you than to please your wife in your own marriage bed.
Just, um, maybe put down a table cloth on the table, before you eat off of it.
And maybe change the slip cover on the couch before you sit on it again.
And have them detail the back seat of the minivan before you let anybody sit there, either.
I think that's it. Yeah, I think that's it.
Maybe.