Spike: Heard what happened up top, offing your dad and all. Don't know if you know this, but, uh…I killed my mum. Actually, I'd already killed her, and then she tried to shag me, so I had to-- Wesley: Thank you. I'm…very comforted.

'Lineage'


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.


Aims - Mar 09, 2007 10:22:35 am PST #9881 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Jesus Bleeding Christ, Tep! What a fucko.

{{{Tep}}} I'm sorry this has hurt you. If you need a good cry, have a good cry. Very cathartic, IMVHO.


SailAweigh - Mar 09, 2007 10:25:50 am PST #9882 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb

That dude sounds like one of those people who just *has* to be right about everything, whether it's his specialty or not. Damn, Steph, he doesn't need a cluesticking or even a clue-by-four, he needs a clew. Tied to an anchor sheet, tied to the keel and get his hide scraped by barnacles. Asshat.


javachik - Mar 09, 2007 10:27:17 am PST #9883 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.

Teppy, I am hoping the craxy ass bastard doesn't have your home address??!

Edited because caxy doesn't equal craxy.


Pix - Mar 09, 2007 10:28:17 am PST #9884 of 10001
The status is NOT quo.

Has he had a proper Empress smiting yet?


Ginger - Mar 09, 2007 10:28:55 am PST #9885 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

I think all the Bitches should go to karaoke in Nashville.

It would certainly improve my usual trip to Nashville.

I know it shouldn't bother me, but it does.

Hell, it bothers me. Of course it should bother you.


Steph L. - Mar 09, 2007 10:29:36 am PST #9886 of 10001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

Teppy, I am hoping the craxy ass bastard doesn't have your home address??!

No, and -- I may have mentioned -- he lives in Florida. Yeah, he's allowed to be in charge of a committee for a group that is physically located in Ohio, as are all of its members.

What.EV.


Jessica - Mar 09, 2007 10:30:00 am PST #9887 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset

I've got a way that I work with clients, if they have been a problem in the past I don't turn them down for work, I just raise my fee. The real pains get quoted 4X to 5X my fee. This guy would be getting around 7X my fee.

Yep - we do the same thing.

Now that all this is done (the group stuff, I mean), I'm feeling a little bruised and empty, and The Boy is in Washington D.C. this weekend, so I don't even have his company.

I'm sorry Tep. CC is being a giant assberet, and I hope he gets crabs.


Aims - Mar 09, 2007 10:32:44 am PST #9888 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Has he had a proper Empress smiting yet?

He has not. Tep, would you like a smiting for this ginormous AssHat of the Northern Columbia Fuckwits?


Sean K - Mar 09, 2007 10:34:28 am PST #9889 of 10001
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty

For all definitions of horizon that include living on a round planet and no matter how many miles forward you travel, the horizon is still the same distance away.

Oh. Okay. Damn. Sorry I asked. No, I won't give you a nice paper cut and pour lemon juice in it.

(It just sounded like, from the way you were talking....)

Teppy, I am hoping the caxy ass bastard doesn't have your home address??!

Yes this, Tep. That guy freaks me out a little. Particularly because he used to be law enforcement. In Cinci, right? Somehow, "Law Enforcement for City of Sexual Repression + Real Live Kink + Inappropriate Casual Hostility" strikes me as a scary combination.

No, and -- I may have mentioned -- he lives in Florida.

Oh. Nevermind. Glad to hear it though. Inappriopriately Hostile is much less scary from a thousand miles away.


Aims - Mar 09, 2007 10:36:04 am PST #9890 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Oh, no worries, Sean. I mean, yes - I hate that apartment. But at the same time, it's fine. We'll move when we're meant to move and into somewhere fan-fucking-tastic.

Seriously. All these months of couples counseling have made me very zen about stuff I can't control.