BUT YOU WERE WRONG!
So, how was your summer? Mine was fun. Saw some fish. Went mad with hunger. Hallucinated a whole bunch.
Angel ,'Conviction (1)'
Spike's Bitches 42: Which question do you want me to answer first?
[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.
Lee - Aug 09, 2008 9:54:48 pm PDT #724 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
SuziQ - Aug 09, 2008 10:02:07 pm PDT #725 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Hangs head in shame. Yes, I was wrong.
What is my punishment?
Lee - Aug 09, 2008 10:03:37 pm PDT #726 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Being told YOU WERE WRONG isn't enough?
ChiKat - Aug 09, 2008 10:04:07 pm PDT #727 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
I think you need to be spanked, you bad girl.
Lee - Aug 09, 2008 10:08:07 pm PDT #728 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I was going to say that too! Not in a pervy mood tonight though.
Cass - Aug 09, 2008 10:11:57 pm PDT #729 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Because you need moar goof?
Lee - Aug 09, 2008 10:22:15 pm PDT #730 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
ALWAYS
Cass - Aug 09, 2008 10:27:07 pm PDT #731 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
MOAR GOOF!
SuziQ - Aug 09, 2008 10:31:16 pm PDT #732 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Y'all are goofy.
Who stole my sleep? I am wide awake and not loving it.
sj - Aug 09, 2008 10:35:28 pm PDT #733 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Who stole my sleep?
Not me.