It's zen sand! It's very calming!
Unless you have to sweep it up. Then it's all, "No that's your dog!"
Mal: Inara, think you could stoop to being on my arm? Inara: Will you wash it first?
'Heart Of Gold'
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.
Daisy Jane - Apr 11, 2007 7:23:03 pm PDT #4650 of 10003
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
billytea - Apr 11, 2007 7:25:28 pm PDT #4651 of 10003
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
BT! Congrats for having your beautiful wife home with you finally!
Well, thank you. She's quite tickled that a bunch of people who live halfway round the world are taking such an interest.
So when are you visiting Melbourne? Who wants to be first to meet my lovely wife?
Pix - Apr 11, 2007 7:27:41 pm PDT #4652 of 10003
The status is NOT quo.
I DO!!!
Now buy me a ticket.
beth b - Apr 11, 2007 7:29:30 pm PDT #4653 of 10003
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
As you sweep , watch the motion of the broom... see the broom and the floor meet at the grain of sand...
I read my stories to the cat and ate soup. I even vacuumed the bathroom. It is almost bedtime...
brenda m - Apr 11, 2007 7:33:48 pm PDT #4654 of 10003
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
It's zen sand! It's very calming!
Oh, clearly.
beth b - Apr 11, 2007 7:45:45 pm PDT #4655 of 10003
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
like sand through an hourglass...
Aims - Apr 11, 2007 7:58:45 pm PDT #4656 of 10003
Shit's all sorts of different now.
So are the ... STOP YELLING AT ME ABOUT THE SAND!
beth b - Apr 11, 2007 8:01:24 pm PDT #4657 of 10003
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
the universe in a grain of sand
I can keep going...
Daisy Jane - Apr 11, 2007 8:05:37 pm PDT #4658 of 10003
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Y'all know he hates you now.
billytea - Apr 11, 2007 8:54:13 pm PDT #4659 of 10003
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Now buy me a ticket.
Yes. Now that I am married, I will explain to my wife that I intend to pay for a parade of strange women to come visit. And then I shall set fire to my hair while chewing tinfoil.