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'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
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.
Happy Birthday, Scrappy!
Happy Birthday, Scrappy!!!
I'm staying over mom's house tonight because I have doctor's appointments today and tomorrow closer to her place. I'm hoping TCG doesn't blow up the teakettle again, like he did last time I wasn't here.
Happy Birthday, Scrappy!
I'm hoping TCG doesn't blow up the teakettle again, like he did last time I wasn't here.
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Maybe he'll just stop by Starbucks or the equivalent for his morning tea and not risk a repeat.
Happy Birthday to Scrappy!
For Thread 42 perhaps a questiony quote...
Spike's Bitches 42: Why do you bitches torture me?
eta Buffy's answer
Bitches 42: Which question do you want me to answer first?
xposty with bcrazy
Bitches 42: Which question do you want me to answer first?
All my vote are belong to you.
I want to watch it in order! I'm up to season 7, and they are only airing mid season 8. WHATEVER.
That's about when I came to the conclusion that they were all four of them going at it like bunnies when no one else was looking.
Spikes 42 - WE are the answer. Fuck the mice.
I'm changing my vote, THIS is the one I want.
Bitches 42: Which question do you want me to answer first?
No, wait. This might be .... Oh, gosh, my brain is too melty to decide. I want both.
Birthday happies to Scrappy!
Tactful administrative bitchslap fu wishes to Sparky.
Sox, those are great pictures! Your kid and Jars' kitty are so cute!
Apropos of nothing (beyond the fact that I'm currently closer to the earth, despite being on the 18th floor), this lolcat is making me giggle like a crazy woman.
I think it's the lower case k that does it. That and the look on his wee face. (For, lo, it turns out that now I am in my mid 30s, I become an unpredictable Psycho Bitch when I'm menstruating. I know this because it has been pointed out to me, and upon reflection* this DOES indeed seem more plausible than my previous assumption, which was "other people become stupid and unreasonable!")
*which in this case may be taken as a euphemism for 12 hours of weeping in a crazy, out-of-control, ooh-dear-that'll-be-the-hormones-then,-perhaps- she-might-have-a-point kind of way. Several hours of which happened whilst at work.
So, like every morning, I made a pot of coffee when I got in. I gave it a few, dealt with some stuff, went in to get a cup. No coffee pot. It got taken downstairs for whatever freaking meeting is going on down there.
AND!!!
We're out of coffee.