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?
Every planet has its own weird customs. About a year before we met, I spent six weeks on a moon where the principal form of recreation was juggling geese. My hand to God. Baby geese. Goslings. They were juggled.
Wash ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
Miracleman - Nov 28, 2007 11:30:34 am PST #6186 of 10002
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
§ ita § - Nov 28, 2007 11:30:53 am PST #6187 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
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.
Aims - Nov 28, 2007 11:31:11 am PST #6188 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.
What could I possibly help you with in re: your work?
Sticking labels on Christmas card envelopes.
Miracleman - Nov 28, 2007 11:32:21 am PST #6189 of 10002
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
Sticking labels on Christmas card envelopes.
Oh.
You are of the suck.
hippocampus - Nov 28, 2007 11:32:47 am PST #6190 of 10002
not your mom's socks.
{{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.
Aims - Nov 28, 2007 11:34:07 am PST #6191 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.
You are of the suck.
I am also of the sorry.
hippocampus - Nov 28, 2007 11:35:26 am PST #6192 of 10002
not your mom's socks.
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!
Miracleman - Nov 28, 2007 11:36:31 am PST #6193 of 10002
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
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!!
Aims - Nov 28, 2007 11:39:11 am PST #6194 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.
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.
Strix - Nov 28, 2007 12:15:27 pm PST #6195 of 10002
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
My job is apparently to hit every store I can for chocolate, opiates, and basal thermometers.
Damn, I'm spending the Apocalypse with Jilli.
Although I'm suspicious of the basal thermometers. Are they like, rectal thermometers? However, I suppose if one has to spend the Apocalypse with something stuck up one's ass, it's best to do it with a quantity of chocolate and opiates.