Sweet dreams, Kristin.
'Serenity'
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.
You too, sweets. And to everyone else. Mwah!
I believe in Pete! I do! I do!
G'night Kristin. Don't tease me too much, I have almost a week to make your life hell in the flesh.
Goodnight Kristin!
I have almost a week to make your life hell in the flesh.
So scared! Eeeeek!
Wait! What? What does this mean?
That for once *I'M* not the fictional character?Go figure...
(She doubts your existence, man. I swore you were real. I showed her ART, Pete! She fails to believe.)
Yes, but why? Why, on this occasion, is my existence so hard to believe in?I think believing in Jilli took everything she had.
I'm confused. Send me an email, I'll read it in the morning.
Time for bed. Honestly that time was 30 minutes ago, but oh well.
Pete, you are a pretty, pretty princess. Admit it.
Or he could be Schmacky the Man-Pony?
Is it the wee small hours where you are? Because I've just finished a day's work and am fannying around procrastinating.