Lorne: My little prince. Oh…what did they do to you? Angel: Nina…tried to…eat me. Lorne: Oh, you're--medic! You're gonna make it Angel. Just don't stop fighting. Doctor! Is there a Gepetto in the house?

'Smile Time'


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.


Pix - Sep 30, 2007 10:54:23 am PDT #7810 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie

Erika, here is your local Lab Rescue Society (Trudy is wise).

Anne, that's really terrifying. I wish I had advice. {{{Anne and Anne's mom}}}

I think I'm getting a cold. Feh.


vw bug - Sep 30, 2007 11:09:56 am PDT #7811 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

Oh, Anne. Because your mom needed more drama!

We just got home from apple picking. It was SUCH fun! And yummy! You can eat the apples right after you pick them! BEST APPLES EVER! And next weekend I'm going to make apple sauce and an apple pie or crisp or maybe both. Maybe I better have people over to eat these fine goodies.

thinks about the state of her apartment

Maybe I'll just eat them myself.


Jars - Sep 30, 2007 11:17:18 am PDT #7812 of 10001

I just made an apple pie! And now I am full to bursting. I didn't get to pick the apples though, so it's way less special.


Strix - Sep 30, 2007 11:23:30 am PDT #7813 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

I have 80 tests to grade tonight. I think I shall pick up some nice tea and have a thousand cuppas whilst grading.

Okay, am I the only bitch whose hotcakes-of-love aren't getting buttered?

Not only are they unbuttered, I suspect they are getting all dried up and crumbly in the middle. Feh.

EDIT: Er, MY hotcakes-of-love. I'm sure Fay's hotcakes are still moist and delicious. Erm.


brenda m - Sep 30, 2007 11:28:25 am PDT #7814 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

What Erin said. Except about the grading. And for tea, substitute beer.


omnis_audis - Sep 30, 2007 11:52:31 am PDT #7815 of 10001
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir

Okay, am I the only bitch whose hotcakes-of-love aren't getting buttered?

Seems there are a lot of us. Ahem. :: waves hand to volunteer :: I'd be happy to butter some hotcakes-o-love. :: sigh :: Really starting to believe social darwinism is ture. :: sigh ::

Wait? There's a handshake? Man. I didn't even know about that!

OK, have been mildly productive today. Just an eeensie bit.


Strix - Sep 30, 2007 12:05:24 pm PDT #7816 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

Oh, yes, there's a handshake. And if a club member ever gets any, a huge Batmanesque flashing light goes up over their city, so that other club member can see, and cry happy tears of joy for their fellow NGAer.

And mutter "Bitch!" under their breath.


§ ita § - Sep 30, 2007 12:05:24 pm PDT #7817 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Anne, I'm so sorry to hear about the mucky tangles. It's like some people can't leave sad enough alone--heaven forfend this should be a time about mourning and about your grandfather.


omnis_audis - Sep 30, 2007 12:11:21 pm PDT #7818 of 10001
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir

And mutter "Bitch!" under their breath.
Ah! IS that how the thread got its name?


Cashmere - Sep 30, 2007 12:13:56 pm PDT #7819 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.

erika, good luck finding the lab a place.

There was an awful article about the local human shelter and the workers who had to work in the euthanasia room this week. Egads, I don't know how those people do it. ::shudder::

Anne, sorry your mom's dealing with the fuckedupedness.

Owen and I went to the gym. He apparently broke a little boy's favorite play sunglasses--a point the child admonished me for soundly when I picked O up. The childcare lady reminded the boy that that's why they don't really allow toys from home in the center. I got O to apologize but I don't think the kid was mollified.