Oh, Aimee, that's so scary. I'll be praying for L and the entire family.
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.
Jars, I'm trying very hard to not ask how your glasses stay on without a nose, but apparently it's not working.
Jars, I'm trying very hard to not ask how your glasses stay on without a nose,
Um, the weed keeps them stuck on? Or physics. Yeah, maybe it's physics...
Lightning catch-up of gronk:
Aims, how scary! All the ma in the world for Family-de-L.
Fay, I agree with Sox. Better yet, put the cow-orker and the French parents in a very small box together and don't unlock it until the kid is actually the right age for year 3. (In the mean time, get yourself transferred to another year.)
I can cook, loot, and fight with a blade like a pro, but I'm unqualified for the apocalypse because I'm much too fond of lying on the couch and making the minions do it for me. Or rather, fantasizing about having minions who might do it for me. (This is also a pretty good description of my current game character, actually. But she only exists in the playstation and not in a world with actual GM's and human contact.)
- can reassemble a querty keyboard (though, really, I think there's a better one out there).
We may need to appoint someone else for this job. Just sayin'.
We may need to appoint someone else for this job. Just sayin'.
hmph. with a post-coffee w.
eta2: the apocalypse has coffee, right?
RIGHT?
Probably just chicory, Sox.
Probably just chicory, Sox.
well, then you can scratch me off the keyboard, and the spelling. Knots, no problem.
Jiminy, what an ego boost. I strolls in heah and finds Sean and omnis yakkin' 'bout my mad GM skeelz.
I miss that game, too. I really should look to getting that online thingy set up.
We've only gamed once since we got back here. It was fun, but not The Same.