Patrick Star is currently doing the cabbage patch.
You live in a World of Wrong.
Haven't you killed me enough for one day?
Mal ,'War Stories'
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.
Miracleman - Aug 02, 2007 10:24:13 am PDT #9635 of 10001
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
Tom Scola - Aug 02, 2007 10:24:20 am PDT #9636 of 10001
Mr. Scola’s wardrobe by Botany 500
Will Advil help my fever go down?
Yes.
Aims - Aug 02, 2007 10:24:28 am PDT #9637 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Well, Knocked Up doesn't start until 9:45. We could leave her at my parents.
Miracleman - Aug 02, 2007 10:24:48 am PDT #9638 of 10001
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
Do we wanna do dinner?
NoiseDesign - Aug 02, 2007 10:25:10 am PDT #9639 of 10001
Our wings are not tired
You live in a World of Wrong.
No I don't.
I work there.
Aims - Aug 02, 2007 10:25:45 am PDT #9640 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
We could do dinner first.
Vortex - Aug 02, 2007 10:26:06 am PDT #9641 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
I'm totally going to my favorite frozen custard place tonight--the flavor of the day is "pretezels and beer"--white chocolate covered pretezels in root beer flavored custard! Should be interesting....
hey, you're in my neck of the woods! want to grab coffee or a movie or something?
Miracleman - Aug 02, 2007 10:26:35 am PDT #9642 of 10001
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
Okay, so...
Do you think your Dad will want to put Em to bed?
Aims - Aug 02, 2007 10:27:24 am PDT #9643 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
I'm going to call you. We've subjected our fellow Bitches to enough "Joe and Aimee Plan a Date".
JZ - Aug 02, 2007 10:28:49 am PDT #9644 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
P-C, here's the plan:
Buy a fabulous place in a really cool East Bay neighborhood. Live in it for a couple of years. When you move, sell it at a painful loss to an income-challenged but thoroughly lovely family of four from San Francisco, who will try to cushion the blow by throwing in unlimited music-ripping privileges, shopping assistance at Trader Joe's, and a flying Appa action figure.
What? Personally, I think it's a great plan.
Happy Anniversary, Miracleborns! According to this list, the traditional fifth anniversary gift is wood. I merely point this out, and leave the porn to others far more accomplished.