We have to hop up and spot her every ten seconds because of the head bonking factor.
Aww. She needs a motorcycle helmet. And then you need to film her trying to walk around with it on, and post it here.
Jayne: Well... I don't like the idea of someone hearin' what I'm thinkin'. Inara: No one likes the idea of hearing what you're thinking.
'Objects In Space'
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.
billytea - Nov 12, 2007 7:54:12 pm PST #3697 of 10002
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Cass - Nov 12, 2007 7:55:10 pm PST #3698 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
The third time in a night they play Kelly Clarkson, I can't storm down there and demand a shot on the house in recompense for emotional damages.That's just cruel and frankly a little unusual.
I don't even rate a billytea mention? I swear, Aussies these days...
DCJensen - Nov 12, 2007 7:56:09 pm PST #3699 of 10002
All is well that ends in pizza.
From alternatives to Macro cats:
"I wish I knew how to quit you."
ION: Happy Birthday Jessica!
And... I'm working 12 noon to 9:30 pm today and tomorrow. "Because"
DavidS - Nov 12, 2007 7:57:23 pm PST #3700 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Aww. She needs a motorcycle helmet. And then you need to film her trying to walk around with it on, and post it here.
It is kind of funny except for the brain damage potential. Helmut cam, away!
billytea - Nov 12, 2007 8:01:09 pm PST #3701 of 10002
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
I don't even rate a billytea mention? I swear, Aussies these days...
See, this is the perennial pitfall of starting to mention names. I was touched that you'd drive up from Portland just to see me, especially when you're driving back the same night.
Cass - Nov 12, 2007 8:07:20 pm PST #3702 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
*is placated*
And I only get to see you about once a year, of course I am going to drive up for it.
But I am also me. So I snark too. It's a medical condition, I think.
Daisy Jane - Nov 12, 2007 8:10:35 pm PST #3703 of 10002
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
You recall we never even went in there when you were here, correct? There's a reason why. No green, no whiskey, no juliana or DJ. Is very simple.
I endorse this policy!
I should head to bed. I think I'll go to the 7-11 instead.
See! I can rhyme too!
erin_obscure - Nov 12, 2007 9:23:22 pm PST #3704 of 10002
Occasionally I’m callous and strange
I wish I had an awesome ice cream message!
I read that as "ice cream massage" and really perked up. What a great idea! It starts out all cold....then gets sticky....and.....ok, nevermind, kinda bad idea.
While visiting Scotland i realised that i do have a "type" but tend to ignore than entirely in the face of reality and date anyone who smells decent and asks politely.
Online dating sucks. I've been on 8 first dates with gents who were fantastic on screen and didn't smell at all appealing IRL.
Glamcookie - Nov 13, 2007 12:31:20 am PST #3705 of 10002
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister
Happy birthday, Hil!!
Fay - Nov 13, 2007 1:16:21 am PST #3706 of 10002
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
I read that as "ice cream massage" and really perked up.
It's Bangkok, baybee! Nothing surprises me these days. Although, fwiw, my intentions towards the icecream are pretty straight-forward.
Online dating sucks. I've been on 8 first dates with gents who were fantastic on screen and didn't smell at all appealing IRL.
Ick! Well, we've now agreed on next Saturday. He's given me his phone number, which means that I have to do that following-up-and-making-actual-arrangements thing, which I'm not so good at...but will do. Honestly. Anyway, I'm thinking if we don't fancy each other - still, there's icecream! So that's good.
(erin, I don't think you were here back when I started waxing lyrical about amaltery adult icecreams, were you? The Sangria flavour is surprisingly scrumptious, and the Screaming Orgasm is aptly named, but I think it was still the Chocolate Orange Liquer that I liked the best...none of which is particularly salient, as we're going to iBerry, which my colleague was praising last week.)
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Happy HilDay!
(am now home from work; have spent an hour tutoring the wee girl I tutor on the street next to mine, have purchased half a month's supply of disposable contact lenses [plain] and one pair of monthly lenses [green], have consumed 1 small box of vegetarian spring rolls purchased from the street outside my house and 1 delicious barbecued corn-on-the-cob from the lady on the corner who works such long hours. Am swigging Schweppes Club Soda with gusto. Will be hurrying out to rehearsal for A Christmas Carol in a few minutes.)
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