Mal ,'Shindig'
[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.
Spiders don't bother me like they used to. We have one living between the posts on our front porch-actually that one replaced the one that was there last summer that I began to think of as a pet. She ended up 2 legs short by the end of the summer.
Giant flying roaches on the other hand can fuck right the hell off.
Can I have some -ma for TCG's step-grandmother? I just found out she's in the hospital with pneumonia and she had a mild heart attack.
~~~ma for TCG & his family. Grandparents in the hospital is always scary.
~~ma for TCG & his family.
~ma to TCG's step-grandmother (and the rest of the TCG family, too).
On my first trip to San Diego I was chased through an open-air shopping mall by a very large flying insect which I later discovered was a dune bug. They are apparently harmless but I think that's just a good cover story for a really frikkin' big insect.
~Ma to TCG's family.
Giant flying roaches on the other hand can fuck right the hell off.
Oh, hell the fuck yes. Spiders, I'm generally cool with (except the one that bit the fuck out of me in June - Ima kill that bastard), but roaches? AUGH.
Happy Birthday, Scrappy!
Bitches 42: Which question do you want me to answer first?
I like this one.
Happy Birthday, Scrappy!
And much ~ma to TCG's step-grandmother.
I'm not terribly bothered by spiders unless they're touching me. Bees, wasps, and hornets, on the other hand, engender a fear/hate response way out of proportion to their ability to hurt me. Haaaaate!
I can't even rid myself of the dead ones because I'm afraid the second I try to pick it up (with a whole roll of paper towels/toilet paper wrapped around my hand) the fucker is going to come back to life and come after me.