Willow ,'Beneath You'
[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.
Is there a brand of stiff, narrow brush that would work for eyeliner application? The normal soft brushes get all over everything when I try and use them.
Yes, but I don't know the proper name of them. They're a flat, thin, angled brush. Mine come from the art supply store, because Pete is willing to examine every brush in a section before choosing one.
Who else sees MM with a bad Russian accent, re: Anastasia?
Bwah-ha-ha-ha!
I just got shanked by a bat in a bra?!
Awesome...
I'll *cut* you! Hyah! *Shivshivshiv*
Wrong technique. For Erin, it should more properly be:
I'll *cut* you! Hyah! *put shiv on couch* *wait for Erin to sit down and shiv herself*
I just got shanked by a bat in a bra?!
Awesome...
Just what you asked for in your letter to Santa.
Freak.
OK, I looked at the first real estate porn, saw the picture of the Castle, thought "Wow!", saw the note "one bath" and went "I guess I know why the building's for sale, then, if there's only one bath in the whole thing--oh, wait."
Did someone say Santa in a bra?
MM I was going to send you a story but it didn't happen to me it happened to a friend of mine who was working tech support so I figured it's not really what you're looking for but it's still funny so I'ma gonna post it.
A guy tells my friend Tod that his disc drive isn't working (this is back in the days of 3.5" floppies.) So Tod asks, "is the door closed?"
The guy says, "just a sec," and Tod hears the sound of footsteps and a door closing. Then the guy gets back on the phone and whispers, "OK- it's closed."
I'll *cut* you! Hyah! *put shiv on couch* *wait for Erin to sit down and shiv herself*
HAHAHAHA!! It's funny 'cause it's true.
oh Laga (and MM), in my previous job I was the first level of help for tech support and we had one crazy - really really crazy - woman on staff who thought she knew everything about computers and she'd start spouting off what was wrong and what she wanted done. Everything from putting in a new disk drive (yes, back in the days of 3.5" floppies) to recabling the entire office (the week after it'd been recabled). She'd also hold forth - at length and top volume - to anyone who didn't get away about what they should do about their computers.
Turning MM into a fruit bat? Very true.
We'd need to call him Eric and get a license for him.