And then get thwapped, and possibly put to work sorting books.
I don't even watch the damned show, and I want to see this fic. (I blame you lunatics. And also library school.)
Tracy: Well-- That call -- That call means you just murdered me. Mal: No, son. You murdered yourself. I just carried the bullet a while.
'The Message'
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.
amych - Jul 03, 2007 2:27:05 pm PDT #5268 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
P.M. Marc - Jul 03, 2007 2:27:31 pm PDT #5269 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
... I'll be in my bunk.
See? It's a GOOD PLAN.
Atropa - Jul 03, 2007 2:30:33 pm PDT #5270 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Man, how much do I want to see Jilli making the Winchesters clean her house? Thiiiiis much.
Hee! It would make cleaning day much more entertaining, wouldn't it?
You know, they'd be FAR more useful in the yard. Weeding. Yes.
On one of those warm days where shirts become optional.
But Sam is tall, and thus useful for dealing with shelves. I'd put Dean out to work in the yard. Or in the Basement of Doom.
P.M. Marc - Jul 03, 2007 2:36:22 pm PDT #5271 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
But Sam is tall, and thus useful for dealing with shelves. I'd put Dean out to work in the yard. Or in the Basement of Doom.
Sam could be used to get blackberries out of the apple tree with NO LADDER REQUIRED.
Steph L. - Jul 03, 2007 2:39:47 pm PDT #5272 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
So, this was just in front of my apartment building. While Teh Hottness of the firemen was good, seeing FOUR hook-and-ladder trucks in front of my building is a little unnerving.
Fortunately, the building did not burn down (or at all); some chick on the ground floor burned her dinner. But -- I didn't get the whole story from Paul the handyman -- her smoke alarm was going off, and he went down there and pounded on the door and no one answered, so I'm not sure if she put dinner in and left, or what.
In any case, the firemen were quite pleasing to gaze upon.
Topic!Cindy - Jul 03, 2007 2:43:27 pm PDT #5273 of 10001
What is even happening?
Fire bad. Men pretty.
Steph L. - Jul 03, 2007 2:46:33 pm PDT #5274 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Seriously, it was kind of funny -- I wouldn't have known anything happened (until the FOUR trucks arrived), except I took laundry downstairs and encountered Paul the handyman pounding on the tenant's door. I could hear the smoke alarm beeping, but I figured that Paul would use his master key and open the door if it were serious.
Of course, 30 seconds later I realized that no, he wouldn't, because he didn't want to burn to death, and he had no idea if a raging inferno was inside, or just burned dinner.
And all the while, I kept putting my laundry in the washing machines. Seriously. I figured, even if there was a fire, my clothes would be IN WATER.
vw bug - Jul 03, 2007 2:51:37 pm PDT #5275 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
JZ, that's wonderful! Go you!
And all the while, I kept putting my laundry in the washing machines. Seriously. I figured, even if there was a fire, my clothes would be IN WATER.
Ha!
So, I just walked Toto and found out that the little errand I drove my elderly neighbor to today was so she could buy scratch lottery tickets. $700 worth. I know it's not my fault, but I'm still feeling terribly guilty. Here I thought I was being all helpful taking her to the store, but in reality I was not. If I wouldn't have taken her, she wouldn't have gone. Ugh.
Topic!Cindy - Jul 03, 2007 2:53:30 pm PDT #5276 of 10001
What is even happening?
How did you find out, vw?
vw bug - Jul 03, 2007 2:56:33 pm PDT #5277 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
How did you find out, vw?
She saw me while I was walking Toto, and I went up to chat. I asked if she got everything she needed at the store (because I only dropped her off), and she told me that she ended up buying $700 worth of scratch tickets at the store. I was like, "HUH?" And she was all, "I only meant to buy $100. Oops. And it's not the first time."
She's chatty. I know all about her and her whole family and everyone in the neighborhood that she talks to.