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Spike ,'Never Leave Me'


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.


Cass - Nov 29, 2007 8:41:13 pm PST #6562 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

And he comes back as a lion.
Have you been reading them The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe?

Bless. Your kids are adorable, Fay.


DavidS - Nov 29, 2007 8:41:32 pm PST #6563 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

Excellent story, Fay, that reminds me of Tina, King of Monster Island.

I'm kind of exhausted. Emmett found out there was no Santa Claus tonight. There were tears. And more tears.

And much talking about it and he was okay when he went to bed.

But he kind of killed me when he said, "It was just nice believing that there was somebody as good as Santa in the world. It was just nice to believe that."


Nicole - Nov 29, 2007 8:48:58 pm PST #6564 of 10002
I'm getting the pig!

Aww! Poor Emmett!

"It was just nice believing that there was somebody as good as Santa in the world. It was just nice to believe that."

Kinda killed me, too.


Polter-Cow - Nov 29, 2007 8:50:00 pm PST #6565 of 10002
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.


DCJensen - Nov 29, 2007 8:51:27 pm PST #6566 of 10002
All is well that ends in pizza.

Me: Ded from the Awww.


Cass - Nov 29, 2007 9:00:15 pm PST #6567 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

Poor, boo...


BigDuluth - Nov 29, 2007 9:03:07 pm PST #6568 of 10002
"I am the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world"

1) Congrats Jilli
2) JZ, what they said
3) Fay, CS Lewis' estate may sue your kids over their "Lion Jesus"
4) Again with the awwww
5) Laga, dental~ma. Mine told me to come back on Thursday to have work done...


WindSparrow - Nov 29, 2007 9:17:04 pm PST #6569 of 10002
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

Poor adorable Emmett.

I kinda outted Santa to one of the residents at a group home last Saturday. We were watching tv, and some commercial came on that showed Santa's existence in a questionable light. She asked me, "Is Santa Claus real?"

I had thought all the ladies at this home were up on that one, but with her asking, I demurred, "Santa is like the Easter Bunny," figuring that she could fill in that blank however she liked.

"So he's made up?"

At this point, I figured the question was one like scores of others she has asked while watching tv or having conversation - a request for a recap of what she has just seen or heard, by way of confirmation - rather than a real revelation. So I said, "Yes."

Sad face. "Oh. I had thought he was real."

I thought about it for a minute and came back with, "Ok now that you know, that means you are ready to play Santa yourself, like the rest of us who are in on the secret."

"But I don't have a Santa suit."

"Most people don't. Why do you think Santa never comes until after the kids are asleep?"

"Ohhh, so they don't see us with no Santa suits on."


BigDuluth - Nov 29, 2007 9:21:14 pm PST #6570 of 10002
"I am the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world"

"Ohhh, so they don't see us with no Santa suits on."
Now someone gets to find her sneaking into their room with presents and no clothes on.


meara - Nov 29, 2007 9:29:07 pm PST #6571 of 10002

Jilli! Congrats! My blind date last night is all into steampunk, and I was like "you must meet my friend Jilli!"

Also, I want to meet your apocalypse skill set friend. I love her idea. And have often thought of it myself. But then I figured in reality, I would probably get killed shortly after the apocalypse, after I lost my glasses and was blind. Or failed to believe in the apocalypse being an actual apocalypse until it was too late.

I think post-apocalypse, Teppy and I will be the pharmacists, if there are no actual pharmacists around. And with chemistry textbooks and supplies looted from places, I could make a lot of chemicals?

I've got living off the land pretty much covered. I know what plants to forage for, the best ways to plant and process crops, how to skin and tan hides, brew beer, and how to store foods over winter. This is all assuming that we have no technology or power, of course, because once that comes along I'm pretty useless. Go prehistoric skills!

Sweet, I wanna be near Jars when the apocalypse comes!

I am unsure of what size to ask after because how they to order it is not how you experienced corset buyers say you should buy them.

Aimee, their ordering instructions make no sense, but also, that is a soft-boned corset, so it's not going to suck it in like the steel boning. So you wouldn't order hte same, anyway.

"an evening of entertainment and inspiration...to celebrate the achievements of the Feminist Majority Foundation and Ms. magazine"? I'm thinking dressy (it's an evening event in an LA theatre), but I'm not sure exactly how dressy. Any ideas?

Technically, I believe one wears one of those often strange flowy pantsuit things. I mean, Ms. and the Feminist Majority? Do you REALLY want to wear a skirt to that? :)