Oh! In a pinch today I had a brainstorm for that very problem that worked like whoa. Deodorant!
Gunn ,'Power Play'
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.
Ah, that's it! Thanks!
What kind of deodorant, though? Gel, roll-on, clear, white? Not spray, I'm sure.
Actually it was spray. Carefully sprayed. But it totally worked all day, and in this nasty weather.
I'm dying of laughter over "chub rub."
From which I suffer.
I'm dying of laughter over "chub rub."
It really is one of those perfect phrases. Sadly.
Body Glide is indeed it, and it is the bomb. "Chub rub" is the best phrase EVAR.
Actually it was spray.
Huh. Well, if it works, that's all that matters. Although, now I'm dying to know the why of it. I can speculate, but I'd probably be wrong.
Ok.
When I find out who the *fuck* turned the heat up to "BLAZING CIRCLE OF HELL", I'ma hafta cut a bitch and turn them into an air conditioner.
Weight Control Instant Oatmeal:
Emeline has a new fascination with monsters. As such, she runs around the house, fingers curled into teeny pink nail polish tipped talons, growling, "Rooar! Rooar!" at which you are to shriek in terror and cover your face.
Just now, Joe was not playing his part as he should have been and was reprimanded.
"Rooooar! Roooar!"
t cricket
"DADDY!" t foot stamp "I SAID 'ROOOAR! ROOOAR!'"