Wash: Well, I wash my hands of it. It's a hopeless case. I'll read a nice poem at the funeral. Something with imagery. Zoe: You could lock the door and keep the power-hungry maniac at bay. Wash: Oh, no, I'm starting to like this poetry idea now. Here lies my beloved Zoe, my autumn flower, somewhat less attractive now she's all corpsified and gross...


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.

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Laura - May 21, 2008 5:53:24 pm PDT #9997 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.

Go to bed early and give your body a chance to get better. Drink lots. t mommy mode

Speaking of bed, way past my bedtime. G'night all.

Tomorrow, new day, new Bitches thread! Stand together Bitches, them forces of darkness ain't got a chance.

billytea - May 21, 2008 5:56:09 pm PDT #9998 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.

Is the hammer down on this thread yet?

Hil R. - May 21, 2008 5:58:12 pm PDT #9999 of 10001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l

Not quite.

Laura - May 21, 2008 5:58:56 pm PDT #10000 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.


P.M. Marc - May 21, 2008 7:14:58 pm PDT #10001 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

This thread is done. Head over to megan walker "Spike's Bitches 41: Thrown together to stand against the forces of darkness" May 21, 2008 9:13:40 pm PDT and carry on my wayward sons.

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