Giles ,'Conversations with Dead People'
[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.
It was a long trek, and at the end of it, we couldn't say if it was a success. Oh, we found traces of our quarry--gibbering supervisors, staples strewn acros the landscape--but never a confirmed sighting.
We heard his cry--"Send me ho-o-ome!"--through the gloom, but he's a wily creature, that geek in the mist.
If only he had a Great Dane to carry him home!
Or a camel. . .
"The Last Camel Died at Noon" (by Elizabeth Peters)
One of her better titles.
I have a Trader Joe's Egg Salad Sandwich AI..just OK. My parsnip chips however, are fucking great.
So. Much. Freaking. Snow.
{{{{JZ}}}} You and Hec are incredibly compassionate and generous. I wish you every piece of work~ma I have as you figure this all out.
MM makes me laugh. A lot. I needed that. Thanks.
My co-worker had a dream about me last night. I was in a 7-11 (on the grounds of a castle) making a chocolate sweater.
making a chocolate sweater.
At first I thought it said you were "making chocolate sweeter." To which I thought AAAWWWWW!!!