Anya ,'Dirty Girls'
[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.
t whimper
I wish I could just go home. Not that I couldn't. I've already been told I can/should leave early. It's just there's not much point till 3:45 when the first express bus runs. But I wish I could just take off from everything and rest until I'm actually feeling better, only that's not very practical. Sigh. I'm not used to being sick for this long.
Susan, have you taken a lunch break? If not, can you?
May his heart and conscience grow so great that he cannot help but be overcome with compassion.
This? This is why we have ME for curses.
"May he shit his own innards into his hands."This? Is why we have you for curses.
Seriously, Dude. We should fight crime. With your wife as the Warlord. Your Kid bringing the killah cute. And my pooch as mascot? We'd rule the world.
I love both the curses, each in their own way.
Seriously, Dude. We should fight crime. With your wife as the Warlord. Your Kid bringing the killah cute. And my pooch as mascot? We'd rule the world.
Bonny and The Bastard.
Unless you have another nom de cape in mind for yourself.
Bonny and The Bastard.
I'm laughing so hard, I can bearly type.
Unless you have another nom de cape in mind for yourself.
I'll give it some serious thought.
t still laughing like a drain
eta: wait! should that have been barely type? the possibilities...my mind boggles
Susan, have you taken a lunch break? If not, can you?
Just got back from lunch. Food still doesn't exactly appeal to me, but I made myself eat something. It's just exhausting being in at all today.
ETA I think my dayquil is wearing off, but it's still about an hour till I can take more.
I think Em should pick our outfits. I've seen some of her couture lately and I think we could really work it on the ol' crime fightin' beat.
And given our relative heights...me at 5footnuthin' and you at whoa!tall, the whole I'll go high, you go low thing is automatically worked out.
And given our relative heights...me at 5footnuthin' and you at whoa!tall, the whole I'll go high, you go low thing is automatically worked out.
Yeah, but we could get you spring-shoes just to shake things up and keep the bad guys on their toes.
"Okay, The Bastard is gonna go for up--WHAT THE HELL?! GET IT OFF, GET IT OFF!!"
And then you could curse them with empathy towards small furry animals while I curse them with their genitals being eaten by snakes that salivate acid.
Yeah, but we could get you spring-shoes just to shake things up and keep the bad guys on their toes.
"Okay, The Bastard is gonna go for up--WHAT THE HELL?! GET IT OFF, GET IT OFF!!"
And then you could curse them with empathy towards small furry animals while I curse them with their genitals being eaten by snakes that salivate acid.
You can relax now folks. The world is in good hands.
I LOVE this plan.
I've got to run to work now, but while I'm trying to listen empathetically to my clients, all I'll be thinking about is where our secret lair will be located...whether or not I get a sidecar on the Bastardbike and which level of government we will secretly liaise to.
I may have to offer refunds today.