Wanna trade?
Nuh-huh. I love my fighting boys quite to pieces and refuse to share or trade or even look away.
Anya ,'Same Time, Same Place'
[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.
Wanna trade?
Nuh-huh. I love my fighting boys quite to pieces and refuse to share or trade or even look away.
Lisah, if you want to really rebel, come out as a brussels sprout lover
I AM a brussel sprouts lover! mmm roasted with a little olive oil and salt and pepper. delicioso!
Actually, my brother & his family's big shocker at family Thanksgiving last year was that they were now eating meat after being vegetarian for 10 + years. They were all
WE LOVE TURKEY!
Is there some special meaning to the Yoko Ono song about a toy boat?
Nuh-huh. I love my fighting boys quite to pieces and refuse to share or trade or even look away.
I can respect that.
I guess I'll just have to edumucate this batch.
Oh, goody! Home from high school and a convo on kink!
I bet a bunch of you pervy types are secretly closet celebates who subscribe to Self-Denial Now and who practice cold showers every morning while contemplating the purity of nothingness.
This is, sadly, almost too true to be funny. I haven't....hmm, wow, it's been THAT long?! Crazy.
I used to get laid. I remember quite clearly that it used to happen.
I used to get laid. I remember quite clearly that it used to happen.
I remember that too, both because you'd come in here the mornings after with glorious little stories, and also because the most recent guy lucky enough to enjoy your company suffered a sudden spasmodic attack of asshattery. Unless he's since turned up amnesiac and recently awoken from a yearlong coma in which your beloved face and glorious ass were the last things he remembers from his previous life, I'm keeping him on my "run over with a garbage truck if at all possible" list.
I'm keeping him on my "run over with a garbage truck if at all possible" list.
Oooh. Speaking of which, I got a text message from L who went to court today to prove up the divorce:
"Goodbyyyyyyyyyyyye Earl!"
We're toasting with champagne-me and 2 of her other girlfriends-tonight!
Oh, JZ. Lemme share: I checked into the site I met him at, where I hadn't checked my messages in about 7 months. I had a message from him, about 3 or 4 months after I'd last heard from him:
TMI whitefont: "Every time I jack off, I think of how much I loved fucking you."
I read that and CRINGED. Like, oh God, you didn't think that writing this to me would be a good thing, did you?
EWewew worldofEW. I am All About Blunt, but a girl likes a leetle...veiling, yes?
Erin, he sure is a romantic, isn't he?
Gnnnnarg.
I once had a guy tell me he'd been thinking of me while doing some other chick. That's a compliment? Really?