Wash: Don't fall asleep now. Sleepiness is weakness of character. Ask anyone. You're acting captain. Know what happens you fall asleep now? Zoe: Jayne slits my throat, and takes over. Wash: That's right. Zoe: And we can't stop it.

'Shindig'


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.


Beverly - Jul 27, 2007 8:55:41 am PDT #8378 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Can you imagine the party? There was a petition to get Steve and Jason there, too, for the entertainment. Talk about your too much candy...


vw bug - Jul 27, 2007 8:57:07 am PDT #8379 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

Recordings are done. We got through everything. Grandpa even sat down with us for an hour this morning. I can't believe this part is done...that we got it done. I'm feeling pretty impressed with myself right now.


Miracleman - Jul 27, 2007 9:00:27 am PDT #8380 of 10001
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020

From the World of Fuck You, Too:

Couple months back I applied online for a job with Company X and sent them my resume. They sent a very nice form e-mail back saying "You're not quite what we need, but we'll keep your info on file in case something comes up." To which I rolled my eyes and said "Sure, whatev, okay."

Two days ago they actually e-mailed me back saying that a position was open to which I might be well-suited and can I apply again? To which I said "Wow. Uh. Sure." and promptly did so.

Today, I get a nice form e-mail with the subject line of, no shit, "Business needs have changed". This missive was to inform me that, per subject header, Business Needs Have Changed and that the position I applied for is no longer in existence. BUT, they'll keep my info on file in case blahdeeblahblahblah.

I almost hit "Reply" and wrote "Sure, next time you want to COCKTEASE ME, employment-wise, please feel free to dry hump me, whisper sweet nothings about benefits in my ear and then have your 'friend' tell you 'we have to go'.

Sinfuckingcerely,

Joseph Conat
(Your Bitch)
Resume: Attached"

I would like points and applause for my manly show of restraint.


Trudy Booth - Jul 27, 2007 9:01:44 am PDT #8381 of 10001
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart

Cockteasing AND restraints?

SCORE!!!!


brenda m - Jul 27, 2007 9:03:06 am PDT #8382 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

Clap Clap Clap

But seriously, I'd see if you can reach someone there. You never know if the intake person is just a dumbass out of the loop.


Miracleman - Jul 27, 2007 9:03:44 am PDT #8383 of 10001
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020

Except for the actual SCORING!!!, yeah, I guess.


Aims - Jul 27, 2007 9:05:28 am PDT #8384 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Oh honey, I'm so sorry.

Give them a call like brenda said.


Miracleman - Jul 27, 2007 9:07:33 am PDT #8385 of 10001
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020

There's no number to call, it was an online process.

Eh. I mean, I'm really not PISSED, it was just "What the fuck? Thanks for wasting my time, Robot Resources."


Aims - Jul 27, 2007 9:10:22 am PDT #8386 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Can you 411 the number?


Frankenbuddha - Jul 27, 2007 9:10:29 am PDT #8387 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"

There's no number to call, it was an online process.

So it's probably some stoned college student's way of getting some shits and giggles. Sort of like the online version of that Monty Python sketch:

"Goooood Niiiiight, ding, ding, ding, ding."

"Oh, we're sorry, I'm afraid we filled that position 3 weeks ago."