Buffy ,'Beneath You'
[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.
A while back I was driving on the freeway through downtown and there was a guy in the next lane who was texting while driving a motorcycle. Seriously. It was night so you could see the lit screen clear as day.
ION,
There's some not happy shit going down my way. I could use some decision~ma, even though the decision has really basically been made, and some serious get-through-these-next-few-days ~ma to to back it up.
Oh, brenda, tons of ~ma, any kind you need!
brenda, all kinds of ~ma to you.
a guy in the next lane who was texting while driving a motorcycle.
....
Wow.
Sportbike? Was he wearing flip-flops and a t-shirt (no leathers), too? (I realize probably not in Chicago in January, but that's the level of decision-making in evidence here.)
Seriously, I have no idea how you could do that. Unless the... No, still no idea.
Yeah, we were kind of boggled. (By sportbike, do you mean the ones I know as crotchrockets? No, it was the traditional, Harley style kind, IIRC.)
I skipped all to say...
I HAVE MOTHERFUCKING HEAD LICE!!!!
IIIIIIIICCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ok, to shower now to wash of the LouseDeathShampoo. And scour my body about a zillion times.
Gah.
~ma to you, brenda.
Oh noes, Erin!
Hella oh noes.
The joys of working in a shelter. I've worked in shelter that have had outbreaks before, and with kids at school, but I've never caught 'em. Now apparently, they are gamboling merrily all through my hair.
DIE LICE DIE
~ma, brenda.
Poor Erin!
~ma Brenda!