We're not leaving until tomorrow now.
Mal ,'Out Of Gas'
Spike's Bitches 40: Buckle Up, Kids! Daddy's Puttin' the Hammer Down.
[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.
Signed, discovered after first prenatal blood draw that I'd lost my immunity.
Woah, scary. Good thing for booster shots!
FUCK.
Hit the wrong button and accidenatlly paid the ENTIRE balance on the heat and electric bill instead of just the past due.
Fuck fuck fuck.
Aimée, I am so sorry that you're having such a rotten time with your boss and are generally so overwhelmed. Does it help that we love you a lot?
It helps more than words can express. I think that if I hadn't had Buffistas for as long as I have, I would be a small pile of goo residing in a Wizard of Oz cookie jar somewhere.
It helps more than words can express. I think that if I hadn't had Buffistas for as long as I have, I would be a small pile of goo residing in a Wizard of Oz cookie jar somewhere.{{{{Aimée}}}} I hear ya, babe.
Poor Aimee. Lots of punctuation for you.
FUCK.
Hit the wrong button and accidenatlly paid the ENTIRE balance on the heat and electric bill instead of just the past due.
Fuck fuck fuck.
Well.
...
At least we're caught up on those, right? So we got that goin' fer us.
As screw-ups go, it's benign. Sorry things are so tight, though. I'm there right now, and it's NFG.
(((Aimee)))
{{Aims}}}