Buffy ,'Chosen'
[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.
Hec, you would love -- it's on wheels, wood, and looks like a simple cabinet, but the top splits open into two to give you extended smooth counter space, a deep well for bottle storage and holes for shot glasses and highballs
Swanky! Invite me over for drinks. I can make you a pink drink.
Sean, those are Hell Ducks. Seriously, that's not duck nibbles. That's more like having surly weasels in your Bermuda shorts.
cornstarch baby powder. Can't hurt, right?Did you mention a bacterial and yeast combo infection? If so, corn starch may feed the yeast.
How did I not know about Ludo's "Love Me Dead"??? I am in love with this video and am watching it over and over and giggling.
Jilli...and so many others on the board...you must love this!
I've heard it a bunch of times on the radio but so many more of the lyrics popped out at me during the video. I wonder if I've been listening to some neutered radio edit?
Eee! I had no idea they were starting to get a national following.
Ooh, that was very good! I like! I'd buy their album, if it were in the shop. (Hell, they're named after a Labyrinth character - what's not to like?)
Did you mention a bacterial and yeast combo infection? If so, corn starch may feed the yeast.
Oh hell? Really? Well, I only put it on once. Back to the drawing board.
You know you're in the tropics when the classrooms on the ground floor flood ankle-deep, and you have to wade home from work, through streets awash with unspeakable objects and floating cockroaches as big as your thumb.
Happy happy joy joy!
(The Cat Daniel may consider his life confining, but he is Very Lucky to be on the 18th floor. The cats I saw sitting damply on the ledges of spirit houses, and peering out balefully over the flood through sputtering incense sticks, garlands of jasmin and batallions of little plastic dancers would all be VERY jealous of how dry he is up here.)
I got totally lost and had to call TCG to figure out how to get home.
((sj)) I hate that feeling, and I can empathize since I moved here without my sense of direction. My suggestion is that you look into a GPS - mine has given me a safety net when I'm driving someplace new and can't stop to look at a map (if I have one - my DH has an annoying habit of taking them out of the car so he can study them). We were able to find an older model that works just fine and talks to me for around $100.
Fay, that sounds icky. I hope you have some stylish boots to get you through the streets safely!
Nope. Brand new navy trousers rolled up to the knee were accompanied by brown satin ballet flats, that had just dried off from their drenching on Friday night.
I lost one of them twice, but recovered it both times.
Although there were people carrying their shoes, the prospect of my naked feet being in contact with the invisible surface seemed far too much of an invitation to accident and septicemia to me! (Not to speak of the squeamishness of stepping on a cockroach/turd/rat/other unpleasant submerged thing).
t /TMI