Only 75%?
How many of the women?
My heart expands / 'tis grown a bulge in't / inspired by / your beauty effulgent.
William ,'Conversations with Dead People'
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.
Aims - Sep 06, 2007 11:11:41 am PDT #4420 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Daisy Jane - Sep 06, 2007 11:14:10 am PDT #4421 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
The sound verges on indescribable, but it was like hearing an army of gerbil skeletons falling down a small flight of stairs.
That's...descriptive.
Dana - Sep 06, 2007 11:17:55 am PDT #4422 of 10001
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
How many of the women?
At least me and shrift.
juliana - Sep 06, 2007 11:22:39 am PDT #4423 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
it was like hearing an army of gerbil skeletons falling down a small flight of stairs.
Woah. Ugh. Waugh.
It was the build team, not the main guys
I have a crush on the build team. I just saw the ninja ep recently! LOVE.
SuziQ - Sep 06, 2007 11:23:10 am PDT #4424 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
My company is updating the phones here so that we'll be able to pick up our voice messages via e-mail.
We have this. Plus our faxes come into our e-mail. It is....interesting. The flip side is that I can also call my voicemail and have the automatic voice read my e-mails to me.
§ ita § - Sep 06, 2007 11:32:10 am PDT #4425 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I could take off my shoes and crack my big toes too! It'd be a poppapalooza!
I also hate the cracking, but do it for the relief. My PT used to have a horrible time cracking me, but he was combative, rough, and kept going for one particular manipulation that he refused to believe caused me pain. My chiro proper, in addition to being the world's hottest chiro may also be the world's nicest--he'd be talking surfing or kickboxing and before I knew it, I was all adjusted.
Daisy Jane - Sep 06, 2007 11:32:39 am PDT #4426 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
That's awesome if you need to work from home.
juliana - Sep 06, 2007 11:46:25 am PDT #4427 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
The hardest part about chiro for me is that I keep wanting to quote Eddie Izzard, and laughing is often unconducive to cracking.
'"You've got a bad back, I'm gonna crack your bones.” “You've got diphtheria, I'm gonna crack your bones.” “Your head's come off! I'm gonna crack your bones.” “It looks like your mother! I'm going to crack your bones." And then, when they crack your bones it goes ( painful sigh ) and then, “Ahh!” but not sort of ( relief sigh ), but ( disconcerted sigh ). All the way up your spine, "Crack your bones, crack your bones, crack your bones." And they sort of arrange you into a nice, comfortable ( mimes chiropractor’s actions ) And sometimes it doesn't crack! Sometimes it just goes, "____". Then they pull a mallet from their belt and they try to make the noise. “Make the noise! I live for the noise..."'
Daisy Jane - Sep 06, 2007 11:51:50 am PDT #4428 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Ha! Thank you juliana!
hippocampus - Sep 06, 2007 12:10:29 pm PDT #4429 of 10001
not your mom's socks.
Pissy Pissy 'Pider."
awesome. 10 years from now: "Oh Ma-aaal. We have a little MP3 for you to play for the nice friend you just brought home to meet ma & pa."
DH has one or two of those sort of - so sweet they make your heart crack (not in the knuckles sense. eeeew). A short story he wrote in 3rd grade, called "Amish in Space." And a band recording from around the same time with his brother. It's some covers, but you can't tell what of. The recording is simply called "Loud".