Oh Suzi, I'm sorry. You can't be a rock all the time though. Can you go take a breather?
Gunn: The final score can't be rigged. I don't care how many players you grease, that last shot always comes up a question mark. But here's the thing. You never know when you're taking it. It could be when you're duking it out with the Legion of Doom, or just crossing the street deciding where to have brunch. So you just treat it like it was up to you—the world in balance—'cause you never know when it is.
'Underneath'
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 - May 17, 2007 12:04:36 pm PDT #9279 of 10003
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
SuziQ - May 17, 2007 12:05:39 pm PDT #9280 of 10003
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
DJ, I'm outta here in 26 minutes.
Friday and Monday should be much less stress and hopefully we can get a new plan in place before Tuesday.
juliana - May 17, 2007 12:05:52 pm PDT #9281 of 10003
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
{{{Suzi}}}
vw bug - May 17, 2007 12:06:44 pm PDT #9282 of 10003
Mostly lurking...
{{{Suzi}}} I'm sorry, hon.
lisah - May 17, 2007 12:22:57 pm PDT #9283 of 10003
Punishingly Intricate
Happy anniversary, DJ & Mr. !
Suzi, I hope the new plan happens quickly and easily! New plan! Choose new plan!
Daisy Jane - May 17, 2007 1:01:58 pm PDT #9284 of 10003
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Neato. Buff-diving just gave me this
erinaceous
Me: Hey! It's our tenth anniversary this year!
DH: What's ten again?
Me: I don't know.
DH: I think it's cock. I think you're going to like it, but I'm really not looking forward to it. Oh, and I already got your gift.
NoiseDesign - May 17, 2007 1:37:32 pm PDT #9285 of 10003
Our wings are not tired
My brain is slowly dying. I had doing as-built drawings.
Volans - May 17, 2007 2:30:24 pm PDT #9286 of 10003
move out and draw fire
My brain is ded. I gave up trying to get my work laptop to find my wireless network, because the little screen messages had quit making sense.
ChiKat - May 17, 2007 2:36:19 pm PDT #9287 of 10003
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
I'm joining the brane ded folks. My sister has been out of work for a long time with no luck on getting any responses from her resume. She has a solid work background, so that surprised me. She emailed me her resume and OMG. No wonder. That thing was horrid. I just redid it for her and it took over 2 hours. Brane. Ded.
tommyrot - May 17, 2007 2:41:20 pm PDT #9288 of 10003
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
I hate resumes. Why can't we have a benign despot who tells us where we're gonna work?