Shit. We've got an Amber Alert.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Spike's Bitches 35: We Got a History
[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.
And it worked. That was fast.
I've been sneezing hard for three hours now. Ever since I snorted some Afrin to unclog my nose. And yet, my nose is still clogged. This is not good. Apparently my sinuses are determined to eject every last molecule of Afrin. And the part of my brain that decided to use it, too.
Wait, your father's name wouldn't be Afrin, would it?
Has Zen been hanging with Keith again, brenda?
Apparently. Um, pun not intended.
I... have no idea what you people are talking about. You mock my pain!
sneeze
I got 6 out of 11 on the hair metal band quiz.
You've stopped listening to the song now, right, Cindy?
10 out of 11.
Man, I love leftover Chinese food. This is our third meal out of one order, and I think we'll each get one more. That's value for the dollar, plus convenience.
Oh. Wait. I got it. Keith Richards. Snorting Dad. Got it.
sneeze
Make it stop. Three hours!
And for the record, I haven't seen Keith in ages.