Sticking labels on Christmas card envelopes.
Oh.
You are of the suck.
Jayne is a girl's name.
River ,'Trash'
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 11:32:21 am PST #6189 of 10002
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
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.
Stephanie - Nov 28, 2007 12:23:32 pm PST #6196 of 10002
Trust my rage
(A basal thermometer goes in your mouth. I was freaked out too at first.)
tommyrot - Nov 28, 2007 12:25:24 pm PST #6197 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
I was thinking, "A thermometer to measure spice temperature?"
Atropa - Nov 28, 2007 12:29:22 pm PST #6198 of 10002
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Damn, I'm spending the Apocalypse with Jilli.
Rock on! I mean, not that I want the Apocalypse to happen, but if it does, I'll have fun company.