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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.
Ok, I killed her. Very bad, off-key singing of "Getting to Know You".
Aimee! someone's come up with a "toy" that makes Em's naughty worm look innocent.
Occasionally my right hand thinks it's Egyptian.
Just don't let it know what your left hand is doing.
Oh my gods. We killed her.
Hee. Maria Von Trapp died the night our rival High School opened The Sound of Music. The bastards.
Gronk.
Must go get coffee.
Then phone conference with Disney.
Then Teaching.
I had a nightmare that I was vomitting coffee and now I don't want any. Stupid brain.
I love the vocabulary for rise website!
Steph, when you get a chance, can you relink those pictures of the boy's bike. Mr. Jane just got around to asking me to see them.
DJ, here's the flickr album for the Harley (5 pictures): [link]
Got me earwormed with You Light Up My Kilt. Damn you omnis!
Great, now so am I. Thanks a NOT!
Oh my gods. We killed her.
I feel terrible somehow that I didn't know she was still among the living.