Well, Spike's Bitches 38 is just...over.
Still, if you head on over to Spike's Bitches 39, you can have a nice, hot cuppa tea and sometimes almost get shagged:
Wash: Well, I wash my hands of it. It's a hopeless case. I'll read a nice poem at the funeral. Something with imagery. Zoe: You could lock the door and keep the power-hungry maniac at bay. Wash: Oh, no, I'm starting to like this poetry idea now. Here lies my beloved Zoe, my autumn flower, somewhat less attractive now she's all corpsified and gross...
'Shindig'
Spike's Bitches 38: Well, This Is Just...Neat.
[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.
DXMachina - Dec 28, 2007 6:04:32 am PST #10002 of 10002
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.