Raq gets a do-over. For the ... month do it? At least, if the universe is listening to me.
Spike's Bitches 37: You take the killing for granted.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Raq, I'd send you a cabana boy who thinks ooze is the new black, but what with the stomach bug, I think you would be better off with somebody's mother. Get better soon.
Oh my doG I am full of gronk today.O my word, me that too. ALL FLIPPIN' DAY! Gronkies.
Fay, I second KT's Squee. I hear SoCal needs good teachers. Come! Come to the sunny side of the street (said in best evil tempting calm voice I can muster). In practical terms, if two former co-workers here at the theater can get teaching gigs, heck, they'll hire anyone, so they MUST be desperate (nothing against theater folk, merely stating the two that left were not the surefire flashlights of the running crew).
oh Jilli ... waves temptingly.
Oooh, that is cute. Don't know what I'd do with it, since I don't wear belts, tho'.
Come to the sunny side of the street
in my head this was sung by a very inebriated Shane McGowan.
Peektures from last night. Includes baby cuteness and shots of vroominess.
foamy vroomiosity!
Poor Raq. First your goolie and now this. Are you sure you didn't offend Jehovah? I mean, plague of boils, right?
sending out the ma~to karl and jz
There was more, but the phone rangg, so I forgot
guh
juliana +motorcycle = guh