When you drop a bag of sand on your head...
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.
We swept most of it up, but I see some under his chair. So, perhaps a shot of sand.
If you could have seen him yelling at me through the bathroom door, " WHERE DID THE SAND COME FROM!?!"
Mr. Jane would like y'all to know, this is not funny at all.
Except for the part where it is.
What was the big bag of sand for, DJ?
We have a zen garden my sister gave me before she knew me. It was the extra sand.
We have a zen garden my sister gave me before she knew me.
Heh.
so the sand is only sand...
so the sand is only sand...
It's zen sand! It's very calming!
BT! Congrats for having your beautiful wife home with you finally!
It's zen sand! It's very calming!
Unless you have to sweep it up. Then it's all, "No that's your dog!"