Fred ,'A Hole in the World'
[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.
Funny how when one is talking tough, one forgets who is in close proximity to the BATCOMPUTER with a GIANT MUG OF VANILLA LATTE!!!!!!!
Also? Your MiracleMan statue now lives in the CAT BOX.
1) You love the BatComputer as much as I do. You wouldn't harm it.
b) If Miracleman is in the catbox when I get home, I am taking your big ass Wicked: Behind the Scenes book, setting it on fire and pissing on the ashes.
In other news: Love you, baby.
Love you, too.
And it's called The Grimerie
{{AmyLiz}} Good grief! Um, interview ~ma and a whole bunch of giveabreak~ma too.
And it's called The Grimerie
Noted.
Also: My shinai should be somewhere about, or my kali sticks, should you decide you need to whomp intruders. My sword is also under the bed, if you need that.
My shinai should be somewhere about, or my kali sticks, should you decide you need to whomp intruders. My sword is also under the bed, if you need that.
rolls eyes
If I need to whomp an intruder, I damn well don't want to have to roll my agility for it.
We need a gun.
My sword is also under the bed, if you need that.
Swords do better propped up in the corner--oh, but you have a toddler, never mind. My cats aren't known for trying out any stray weapons they get their paws on.
We need a gun.
The Markarov 9x18mm fits nicely in smaller hands.
edit: Once upon a time I wouldn't have believed I'd know so much about weapons.
Holy shit. My cell phone bill is triple what it usually is, because of how often I used it in the hospital. Fucking $.45 a minute on the overages. Shit. Shit. Shit.
Shit, vw! I'm sorry. That happened to me once, when I was running helpmeveronica.com and spending hours coordinating things with my partner with no regard for minutes. I have a huge plan, and I still managed to go over by, like, sixty bucks.
I'm now on board with Kristin's loathing of March. I mean, we have Buffistas' loved ones dying, Buffistas getting laid off, Buffistas not getting jobs they were interviewing for, an emergency C-section....
I dislocated my shoulder!
Our bank account has been hacked, and EMPTIED
Holy shit!! {{Amy}} (What bank?? I'm suddenly very grateful for some of the ridiculous security measures I have to go through with my banks' websites.)
And consiering Em's plans for world domination (that's daddy's girl!), especially unsafe.
And MM and Aimee, you realize that in ten years or so when Em does a search, she'll have proof of just how silly her parents are. An adolescent's dream!
AmyLiz, best wishes for a job and quick resolution of your bank problems.
OK, this is friggin' ridiculous. WTF, MARCH?!?!?!?
Amy, I'm so sorry about your bank account and about your mom's pain meds.
Eep! To little Noah and Grace and their worried mommies.
FUCK! To Theo losing her job.
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Thank goodness SA got some good news. Congrats, sweetie. That's just wonderful.