I can be butch tooooooooooooooo.
No, you really can't. You just pout harder. Bit like my wife.
And I am unafraid of the Butch. See new tag.
Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon.
I can be butch tooooooooooooooo.
No, you really can't. You just pout harder. Bit like my wife.
And I am unafraid of the Butch. See new tag.
Really Very Butched Up. With Aplomb.
So, you're saying your wearing pants.
Aww! Who's a widdle butchy-poo!
Bit like my wife.
How does your wife bite?
How does your wife bite?
Occasionally with fangs, as I recall.
Is that before or after the two of you ignite water?
Hey, she's never bit *me* I just know she's got fangs.
Um, lighting water on fire might have been us though. In theory.
I am all packed! I threw in a couple extra promy-things for Buffistas in Need, or for amusement value. Also, I only packed two hoodies. Those of you who understand, be proud.
Well, there's been no panicked emails from Fay so I assume she is en route. Given that she's getting here in the morning, I really hope she sleeps well on the flight.
Hey, she's never bit *me* I just know she's got fangs.
This is true. Cass is a tasty morsel, but she is not MY type of tasty morsel.
Um, lighting water on fire might have been us though. In theory.
Good times, good times. We should do that again, soon. Oooh, I wonder if the bartender at Prom will let us light booze on fire!
(Whitefonted in a not-very-serious attempt to hide this clever plan from Pete. )