Kaylee ,'Objects In Space'
[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.
I'm the one that wears the red hooker heels.
And he gets real bitchy if you wear the same shoes. He's all "You stole my look, slut" and I'm all "You don't own this look, whore!" and then he's all "Get off my corner!" and I'm all "Shit, Big Louise was here first and she gave me this corner!"
And then we do that thing where your head wiggles in a circle on top of your neck. Well, he does it; I can't, it makes my neck hurt.
I do the three snaps in a "Z" formation.
Amok! Amokamokamokamokamok! Amok!
Don't worry. Am OK.
Amok!
And now Aimee is proud with me.
I have to drive to the bank (and probably get gas) activate the card,
That's craxy. They can't activate it over the phone?
There is photographic evidence of this.
Don't need no photographic evidence. I was there. Live and in color.
Still...the outfit was incomplete, never mind that you never had both pieces on at the same time.
Still...the outfit was incomplete, never mind that you never had both pieces on at the same time.
???
What was missing?
A thong.
Aimée, sent back to you.
Congrats to vw! So, I think you should sleep a lot this weekend.
A thong.
I think we all know that Me In a Thong fall squarely in the category of Things Nobody Wants.
No one wants EITHER of you in a thong. My God, don't do that to a girl before she's even had breakfast.