Well, these aren't cowboys in the ride horses and rope shit vein. These are your sly, drink and play guitar and generally raise hell in front of a crowd of people while singing Pussy Control Waylon style cowboys.
Right, what's a little sweater sniffing between sworn enemies?
Riley ,'Sleeper'
Spike's Bitches 39: Cuppa Tea, Cuppa Tea, Almost Got Shagged, Cuppa Tea...
[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.
Daisy Jane - Jan 17, 2008 4:30:11 pm PST #2879 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
amych - Jan 17, 2008 4:40:07 pm PST #2880 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
:: places take-out order for several dozen DJ-style cowboys ::
juliana - Jan 17, 2008 5:50:45 pm PST #2881 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
These are your sly, drink and play guitar and generally raise hell in front of a crowd of people while singing Pussy Control Waylon style cowboys.
Those are EXACTLY my kind of cowboys. 'Specially if they look good in tight jeans and cowboy boots.
omnis_audis - Jan 17, 2008 5:57:32 pm PST #2882 of 10001
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
Pussy wha?? Sorry, my ears perk up when I hear that word.
Vortex - Jan 17, 2008 6:03:53 pm PST #2883 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
These are your sly, drink and play guitar and generally raise hell in front of a crowd of people while singing Pussy Control Waylon style cowboys.
like Prince's Pussy Control? That scares me.
Trudy Booth - Jan 17, 2008 7:26:23 pm PST #2884 of 10001
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
guh. I'll be in my bunk. For like, a year.
I yelped and scared the dog.
Fay - Jan 17, 2008 7:40:43 pm PST #2885 of 10001
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
Holy crap. I just checked my phone messages from yesterday. There's one from a headhunter. I'm being headhunted! They're hunting my head!
Clearly they've heard that you give great head!
...what? Oh, come on, you were all thinking it.
guh. I'll be in my bunk. For like, a year.
Oh, Torchwood, how I love thee. It makes me feel all patriotic and proud to be British. It is my very own cracktastic Pervy Polyamorous Big Gay Space Alien Show! Huzzah! Go Team!
So, still ignoring the carbs, despite the fact that kids keep offering me cookies, and today is a Cake Sale. But I've not yet been able to find any weighing scales - I'm vaguely conscious that I should probably be measuring portions. Not that I'm eating big portions - quite the reverse, actually. But I'm really not even thinking about that carb-counting side of things. Hmm. We'll see. Quite frustrating, with the not-weighing-myself thing, but I think it's much better to wait a week. Or 2, if I can manage that.
Meanwhile, yesterday I (1) went to the gym straight after the work (the secret, as it was before, is to go straight to the gym, do not pass go, do not collect a hundred pounds, do not, for the love of God, SIT DOWN or you are buggered) and then (2) went for a walk around Lumpini Park (our modest version of Central Park) with my neighbour, which was an hour and a half of brisk walking on top of the 15 min walk to work and the half hour in the gym.
And I haven't actually officially started an exercise routine yet!
I am VERY GOOD INDEED! Somebody give me my gold star, stat!
Laura - Jan 17, 2008 7:44:38 pm PST #2886 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
Star
eta: woo! it worked - you should be damned proud of yourself my dear
Fay - Jan 17, 2008 7:49:29 pm PST #2887 of 10001
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
Yay! Thank you!
::claps::
billytea - Jan 17, 2008 7:57:52 pm PST #2888 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Clearly they've heard that you give great head!
...what? Oh, come on, you were all thinking it.
t blows raspberry
t not like that