I figure that when the apocalypse comes, I'd need to get out to the middle of nowhere, way away from the big city. But then everybody else will be trying to do that too, so I figure it's probably not worth the trouble.
Xander ,'First Date'
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.
Oh, honey? I'm bringing work home tonight and I'll need your help with it.
Buh-rrruuuuuhhhh?
What could I possibly help you with in re: your work?
I know what I'll wear when the apocalypse comes, and that I'll start heading for the Caribbean. I don't want to overplan.
What could I possibly help you with in re: your work?
Sticking labels on Christmas card envelopes.
Sticking labels on Christmas card envelopes.
Oh.
You are of the suck.
{{Teppy}} that comment - its phrasing in particular - boggles. Everyone before me is wise. I don't have anything to add to the paddywacking pile except some diapers. Want?
Owen is wonderful.
Fuzzy monsters, gothy rag dolls, plush bats, AND a croquet mallet.
Cube-trapped graphic designers everywhere are jealous.
You are of the suck.
I am also of the sorry.
ION - aaagh. I don't _like_ the stumbleupon toolbar. I keep hitting it accidentally (so at least I'm not accidentally hitting 'disable' on my web dev toolbar) and it is DOING Things when I don't want it to do things. Mom! Stumbleupon KEEEEEPS TOUCH-ING ME!!! Make it stop!
I am also of the sorry.
Grrf.
Well, dammit, how can I be mad at you when you look at me with those eyes? That I can't see. Except in my head.
...
STOP STARING AT ME!!
Well, dammit, how can I be mad at you when you look at me with those eyes? That I can't see. Except in my head.
*smooch* Love you.