Sticking labels on Christmas card envelopes.
Oh.
You are of the suck.
Well, it's just good to know that when the chips are down and things look grim you'll feed off the girl who loves you to save your own ass!
Xander ,'Chosen'
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
I can do this all day
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
I can do this all day
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.