Anya: It's lovely! I wish it was mine! Oh like you weren't all thinking the same thing. Giles: I'm fairly certain I wasn't.
'The Killer In Me'
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.
Miracleman - Mar 08, 2007 1:12:34 pm PST #9657 of 10001
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
Aims - Mar 08, 2007 1:19:27 pm PST #9658 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
So, if emo kids come from Goths, where do punk kids come from?
t thinks
Yuppies.
t ignores MM and Sean with the wrongness of their postings. I mean, c'mon. I'm right here.
Sean K - Mar 08, 2007 1:21:11 pm PST #9659 of 10001
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
So, if emo kids come from Goths, where do punk kids come from?
NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!
vw bug - Mar 08, 2007 1:21:57 pm PST #9660 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
I mean, c'mon. I'm right here.
As are the rest of us!!
tommyrot - Mar 08, 2007 1:23:07 pm PST #9661 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
I'm over there.
Aims - Mar 08, 2007 1:23:53 pm PST #9662 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Seriously. I'd be all extra EW EW EW if I were a witness. I'm a lot of EW EW EW being the subject of said discussion.
Ginger - Mar 08, 2007 1:26:13 pm PST #9663 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
My complaints for the day:
My mother and sister called to tell me that my mother had to be taken by ambulance to the emergency room at 3 a.m., because she had another of the scary coughing, choking, unable to breathe things like the one she had at Christmas. They gave her oxygen and sent her home with albuterol and cough medicine. I don't think the doctors are paying enough attention to her, because she isn't very assertive and she's 81. I don't know what to do about it from here.
The deck people finally showed up, and now I want them to go away. They've been hammering and sawing outside my window all day and my head hurts. Also, there are several things that are not right, but the guy I was working with hasn't been here all day, and my Spanish isn't good enough to discuss the problem with the guys doing the work. I hate having people work on my house.
Also, I'm trying to finish an article that's overdue and I'm completely unable to concentrate.
In short, today sucks.
In other bad news, stealing cookies from a Brownie: [link]
Miracleman - Mar 08, 2007 1:28:09 pm PST #9664 of 10001
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
Seriously. I'd be all extra EW EW EW if I were a witness. I'm a lot of EW EW EW being the subject of said discussion.
Aw. But someone is fighting over your affections.
And the other one is telling the first one to clean your affections up.
(Good-bye, beloved Buffistas. When next you see my name it will be in a very interesting news story with a headline like "WIFE KILLS HUSBAND BY JAMMING HIM IN IN-SINK-ERATOR". Weeks later there will be the headline "WIFE EXONERATED IN IN-SINK-ERATOR SLAYING. 'HUSBAND WAS A FUCKER' SAYS JUDGE."
The very next year In-Sink-Erators will be plastered with warning labels saying: "FOR FOOD DISPOSAL ONLY: DO NOT USE TO GRIND UP HUSBAND, NO MATTER HOW BIG AN ASS-HAT HE IS"
So, adieu, my Buffistas. I shall miss you.)
Daisy Jane - Mar 08, 2007 1:28:56 pm PST #9665 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
(((GC))). Look forward to meeting Julian. A friend of mine met him while he was filming back home. He made her bloody marys.
-t - Mar 08, 2007 1:33:52 pm PST #9666 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
In short, today sucks.
Sounds like it! That shouldn't be. Tomorrow had better be better.
I'm most sorry about your mom not getting treatment, that's a tough thing to have to worry about.