Random moment as Casa Holt. A young woman dressed in a metallic superhero costume just knocked on my door and asked if I had the horoscope from today's newspaper for a scavenger hunt. Alas, I could not oblige, but I did have a paper plate and 2 tampons for her list. (I should have asked where the party was located)
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.
ND...are you sure you want me to provide entertainment???
While I wait for your answer, I'll join Barb in the luau! (I found my shell bra and grass skirt)
::cues theme to Hawaii Five-O::
I re-watched The Dish earlier today. I still ROFL when I get to that bit.
Can't find the damn bra, so joins the dance topless.
This party just keeps getting better.
Do you think Buffistas qualifies as a fan club? I don't know how to answer today's imdb poll question.
We are Buffistas; we are all labels and none, we are, and ever seem to be, a collection of eclectic alliances and rugged individuals, a group, but not a herd.
We are us.
Um, what was that question again?
Doooooooooooood
That's deep
You know what makes thoughtful comment-writing difficult? Really loud traditional Mexican folk music. The neighbors are having a huge party, and ZOMG the tuba is killing me. As is the DJ.
Is there someplace else you can go, Kristin? Can you listen to white noise over headphones? Sequester yourself in the bathroom with the shower running?