Angel: Eve. So, I guess we should, I don't know, talk? Eve: About what? Angel: About what happened back there with us. Eve: Angel, it's not like this is the first time I've had sex under a mystical influence. I went to U.C. Santa Cruz.

'Life of the Party'


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.


Laura - Dec 21, 2007 9:43:53 am PST #9448 of 10002
Our wings are not tired.

I couldn't get through the video clip. It might be an upside of having such a full life that I don't go off the deep end and decide that I-95 has biblical significance. Isaiah may not get to Chapter 95, but perhaps if I read Chapter 59 backwards......


Trudy Booth - Dec 21, 2007 9:45:26 am PST #9449 of 10002
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart

I got to go home early, for girly reasons. I told my boss I'd have to change pants and she told me to go home and have a good Christmas.

"Girly Reasons" rant: Agh! If it was just blood I could deal but its NOT. Its slimy blood that gets everywhere and you can't freakin clean up without twenty minutes and half a roll of tp. Even if it was just mucusy blood I could deal... but its a complete system breakdown of everything below the waist: Slimy blood? Check! Cramps? Check! Upset stomach? Check! Gas? Check! Bloating out of your pants? CHECK! Poo of all imagineable colors and consistency in considerable quantity? Check check check

Intelligent design my ass.


tommyrot - Dec 21, 2007 9:47:01 am PST #9450 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.

Intelligent design my ass.

I think the conservative Christian response to that is women are being punished for Eve's naughtyness.... At least that's where painful childbirth comes from....


Laura - Dec 21, 2007 9:47:15 am PST #9451 of 10002
Our wings are not tired.

So I did a quick read forwards of Isaiah 59 and it does mention "your tongue hath muttered perverseness," which could apply to drivers on I-95.


Laura - Dec 21, 2007 9:47:55 am PST #9452 of 10002
Our wings are not tired.

smites tommy


Trudy Booth - Dec 21, 2007 9:48:18 am PST #9453 of 10002
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart

Its a multi-system meltdown 3-7 days a month. Even a really cranky diety wouldn't do that on purpose.


tommyrot - Dec 21, 2007 9:48:30 am PST #9454 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.

Isaiah 35:8 reads: "And a highway will be there; it will be called the Way of Holiness. The unclean will not journey on it; it will be for those who walk in that Way; wicked fools will not go about on it."

By "unclean" and "wicked" Isaiah means "gay." At least according to these people....


vw bug - Dec 21, 2007 9:56:10 am PST #9455 of 10002
Mostly lurking...

I am cranky. CRANKY.

I think it's time for a nap.


beth b - Dec 21, 2007 9:56:48 am PST #9456 of 10002
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

Don't go to the grocery store. i just bought all the food in the world. So none for you .

I'm not surprised that someone figured out that highways are hell. the 580/680 interchange is a part of hell


Daisy Jane - Dec 21, 2007 9:56:53 am PST #9457 of 10002
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

According to CNN, the small contingent of churchgoers believe that Interstate 35, a sprawling highway running from Texas to Minnesota, is specifically mentioned in the Book of Isaiah, chapter 35.

Shit.

The sieges are part of the I-35 project, a nationwide movement to save those at bars, gay clubs and abortion clinics in cities along the interstate.

Shit. Shit. Guess where the decadent, everybody friendly, den of sin The Grapevine bar is. Go on, guess.