What? That shit doesn't happen to you?
Spike ,'Sleeper'
Spike's Bitches 41: Thrown together to stand against the forces of darkness
[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.
No, not with repulsive co-workers...
But now and then with my Grandparents, sure.
It happens, I just really was good at repressing it. In the back of the brain. Behind the otters. And away from the marching band. You know, really repressed.
O!
O!
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ORLY?
That's just mean.
Everyone knows your suits are molded on.
Sorry, that was insensitive of me. Moulded.
Yes, it was mean. I am a meany-pants, mold not included.
What? That shit doesn't happen to you?
Totally happens. And it's horrible.
Otters!
That's all I got.
Things that are not the same:
black cat on bed
black bra on bed
I just tried to sweep the cat in a generally "clothes that need washing" direction and pet my bra. While color coordination is good, they should not both be on my bed. The cat protested but the bra didn't seem to mind being groped.
Now sleep.
You late-night people=silly.
Timelies!