sometimes I think I really am. I used to tell my mother that I wouldn't be mad if she cheated on my father, that actually it would explain a whole hell of a lot, but that's not so funny now that my stepfather ran off with somebody. But she understood, anyway, and said "I'm sorry. He really is your dad."
Willow ,'Get It Done'
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.
"I'm sorry. He really is your dad."
This makes me laugh and laugh!
YAY to -d and dad and YAY for Em's dad! YAY Buffista parents not being sick!
I made that wish about my sister more than once. In my case in turned out to be true.
The Abusive Futon struck again. It swore it loved me. Then it bit my leg just now.
When I have a bruise, someone feel free to remind me why. It's back-ish inner thigh, I am bound to be surprised by it in a couple of days.
SUCH better ways to get a bruise there.
That's what I'll remind you. One of those.
I made that wish about my sister more than once. In my case in turned out to be true.It's like a Disney dream. Except you got a kilt and really nice single malt in the end instead of a prince.
It's like a Disney dream. Except you got a kilt and really nice single malt in the end instead of a prince.Cass, have I told you lately that I love you? Because I really do. Now be careful with the Futon Beast!
ETA: Sorry about the family angst, Omnis.
Shameful story abut Taco Bell, if it is as presented: [link]
Now be careful with the Futon Beast!In the future... There's already a bruise unsurprisingly. Stupid abusive futon monster.
That futon is just going to sweet talk you and you'll believe all over again.