Cass, you freak, check your inbox.
Spike's Bitches 36: Did I Sully Our Good Name?
[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.
I swear to you, they issue your flannel, Subaru, and golden retriever and/or German shepherd at the border. Resistance is futile.I have a convertible Mustang, cats and a tattoo (okay, I assimilated.). And no flannel. Though more turtlenecks than when I got here. And the hempy necklace is from Joshua Tree.
Cass, you freak, check your inbox.It's empty. Are you spam?
So, where is this conversation about an SPN rewatch happening? I could give my 'wisdom' directly...
Oh. That.
Boxed Set.
But I still need actual e from you.
Yes, I know, and I have send you the 'e' as you so strangely put it.
Maybe your computer needs to be wound up to speed. Give it a kick or something.
Give it a kick or something.Do not whomp on the computer. That's just mean.
Backflung.
Reflung.
Which sounds like a gag reflex.
That's not "my" chocolate shop is it, Cass? I mean, the one Plei went to and got the figgy stuff?
I love those guys. I've offered to work for them, to photograph their chocolates so they can put an insert into their boxes. They do weird flavours--it wasn't for a few boxes before I bumped into a cherry cordial, and it's hard enough to remember what is what even when you have one of the makers explain it to you. They need a photo guide in each box, and I need to eat every chocolate I must photograph in the name of meticulous documentation.
ita needs to visit Seattle. IJS. A lot.