Lorne: You know what they say about people who need people. Connor: They're the luckiest people in the world. Lorne: You been sneaking peeks at my Streisand collection again, Kiddo? Connor: Just kinda popped out.

'Time Bomb'


Spike's Bitches 43: Who am I kidding? I love to brag.  

[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.


billytea - Dec 22, 2008 12:52:46 pm PST #5449 of 10000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

You're living life in the fast lane, Tep.

The English radical John Wilkes agrees! He had a long-standing rivalry with John Montagu, Earl of Sandwich and fellow member of the Hellfire Club. Their antagonism included the following exchange:

Earl of Sandwich: "Sir, I do not know whether you will die on the gallows or of the pox."
Wilkes: "That, sir, depends on whether I embrace your principles or your mistress."


DavidS - Dec 22, 2008 12:59:04 pm PST #5450 of 10000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

Oooh, 18th century snap!


JZ - Dec 22, 2008 1:12:54 pm PST #5451 of 10000
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

I don't know how many times I've read that exchange, and it's never not completely satisfying. That's an oh, snap! that will surely ring its sneering way down unto the ages of ages.


askye - Dec 22, 2008 1:14:53 pm PST #5452 of 10000
Thrive to spite them

B.org ate my post!

I was saying that I'm late to the height thing but I'm 5'8" (ish) and SLNRLBF is 5'5".

It's cold today here, but should warm up to 77 for Christmas day.


DavidS - Dec 22, 2008 1:16:14 pm PST #5453 of 10000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

That's an oh, snap! that will surely ring its sneering way down unto the ages of ages.

Up there with Dorothy Parker and Winston Churchill's greatest snaps.


billytea - Dec 22, 2008 1:19:25 pm PST #5454 of 10000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

Up there with Dorothy Parker and Winston Churchill's greatest snaps.

Cracked agrees! [link]


§ ita § - Dec 22, 2008 2:42:24 pm PST #5455 of 10000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

5'8. And a short one at that. Hec might be the only person ever to estimate me taller than fact. Short for a tall person, I am. The guys I've been with vary from my height to 6'6. Really tall makes me drool by reflex, but in reality I've never chosen a tall guy over (ahem) a shorter one.

I noticed at a recent party one guy brought a woman that really looked like his ex wife. I can't help it--that stuff creeps me out. The guys I've been with look so different it's laughable. God bless Benetton. One guy I know was so hung up on one of his exes he only went for women that looked like her or were related to her (he found ringers that looked more like her than anyone in her family did). MOVE ON.

I guess people have their types (I don't, in the end), but there are types and then there are dopplegangers.

Oh! Perkins! Got pies! Now that I've opened the first box I need to finish it before I leave early Wednesday.

I'm going off the meds that made me gain weight, but that mightn't make a difference if people are this nice to me.


Lee - Dec 22, 2008 2:49:29 pm PST #5456 of 10000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Oh! Perkins! Got pies! Now that I've opened the first box I need to finish it before I leave early Wednesday.

YAY! Were they wrapped in paper (first try) or a box (second try)?


§ ita § - Dec 22, 2008 2:57:03 pm PST #5457 of 10000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Second try, Perkins. I'm pissed that one attempt disappeared.


Lee - Dec 22, 2008 3:00:09 pm PST #5458 of 10000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Me too. Maybe you'll have them when you get back though.