Oz is the highest-scoring person ever to fail to graduate.

Willow ,'Him'


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.


omnis_audis - Jan 04, 2009 2:14:38 pm PST #6852 of 10000
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir

Don't forget Jersey stealing Ben Franklins son and making him Govenor, and a super Red Lobster Back breaking poor Bens heart.


JZ - Jan 04, 2009 2:17:25 pm PST #6853 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.

Hey, I passed a parenting milestone today!

...dealing with an epic bout of toddler puking at the gas station all over her carseat, dress, jacket and Plex's head. So, instead of church, we ran to the gas station bathroom (Matilda sobbing all the way, mostly in a puke panic -- this was her first time -- but also because she was worried about Plex), then Target when the diaper bag gave up a clean pair of pants but only a small thin top and no socks, then Papou's house to strip the car seat down to its bones, wash everything fabricky, and Clorox/Febreze the living hell out of everything else.

While we were at it, the rest of the car got a good going over as well, so it's now about as ready to be sold to some hapless moron lucky Craigslister as it'll ever be.

Matilda seemed fine once she got over the shock of throwing up and once I'd caved and replaced her thin little shirt with the ass-ugly hoodie with which she'd inexplicably fallen in love. The two casualties were her naptime (in all the excitement, she didn't let herself conk out until we were in the car on the way home at 3) and Plex's face, which it turns out cannot go through even a gentle wash cycle. I fixed him with a Sharpie, though, and she seemed satisfied.

Is it too early to pour myself a drink? Or should I try to unwind by going back to re-read today's grammar loveliness, savoring all the spicy brains on display until it's 5 o'clock proper?


Lee - Jan 04, 2009 2:20:59 pm PST #6854 of 10000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

DRINK!


Laura - Jan 04, 2009 2:21:22 pm PST #6855 of 10000
Our wings are not tired.

JZ, a drink to accompany the re-reading of today's posts is the best plan. Trust me on this. Not early at all. Almost dark where you are.

eta: or what my friend Perkins said so much more succinctly.


beth b - Jan 04, 2009 2:22:20 pm PST #6856 of 10000
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

drink and read is the side I am on


JenP - Jan 04, 2009 2:26:34 pm PST #6857 of 10000

Abbreviation

We are lazy bastards, we English speakers, and we like to squish words together. When we do so, the apostrophe is a little pointing finger that indicates where the missing letters should be. Thus

>...[snip] Jen is a bitch

becomes

>...[snip] Jen's a bitch

That's a contraction, not an abbreviation. (I'm sorry, Fay. I couldn't resist. I tried... sort of. Says the ellipsis abuser.)


Tom Scola - Jan 04, 2009 2:27:13 pm PST #6858 of 10000
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.

I've been drinking since 4:30.


Jessica - Jan 04, 2009 2:27:29 pm PST #6859 of 10000
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset

Is it too early to pour myself a drink?

It's cocktail hour in Brooklyn!

Poor Tilda. Throwing up is no fun.


beth b - Jan 04, 2009 2:28:16 pm PST #6860 of 10000
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

I'm going to start the risotto soon--- so that involves wine


Jessica - Jan 04, 2009 2:30:18 pm PST #6861 of 10000
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset

We were grazing all afternoon (our two-apartments-down neighbor turned 1 today), and so dinner will probably be a leftover latke with a fried egg on top. You know, health food.