I'm sorry, askye.
Shir, you have amazing cheekbones.
Everybody plays each other. That's all anybody ever does. We play parts.
Saffron ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
P.M. Marc - Jan 21, 2009 12:38:52 pm PST #8538 of 10000
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
omnis_audis - Jan 21, 2009 12:56:09 pm PST #8539 of 10000
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
Uh, I missed the lunchbox because I was dazzled by the hotness of Shir. Wow!There was a lunchbox? All I saw was a sexy smirk and beautiful eyes framed by some hot glasses. Um. I gotta whip up some more brownies. Or cookies. Or both. Maybe some cupcakes. :: shakes fist at work :: why do you keep me for so many hours?!? There are women who want my baked goods!!!
Laga - Jan 21, 2009 12:58:19 pm PST #8540 of 10000
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
I'm laughing my ass off but I don't know how to COMM that. I can totally picture you shaking your fist and wailing about women and baked goods.
Cass - Jan 21, 2009 1:00:16 pm PST #8541 of 10000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
and she came up and got in bed and snuggled with me.
That's wonderful. I stress a lot when Kittenish doesn't crawl up to snuggle with me. I tend to expect both cats in their proper places or I can't really relax.
And it's lovely of you to make her as comfortable and as loved as possible but to also not make her suffer unduly.
WindSparrow - Jan 21, 2009 1:29:03 pm PST #8542 of 10000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Askye, I'm so glad there's going to be a bit more snuggling for the two of you.
Vortex, my mom gave me this advice, just on general principles: Always ask for the smaller speculum . She said this, as a woman who had given birth four times, twice breach, and once the kid was doubled over. I figure she must know a thing or three about what fits nicely.
There are women who want my baked goods!!!
I'm so not letting the twelve year old out for this one.
Laga - Jan 21, 2009 1:35:00 pm PST #8543 of 10000
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
I'm so not letting the twelve year old out for this one.
something about sticky buns?
Sean K - Jan 21, 2009 1:46:02 pm PST #8544 of 10000
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
Wow. Shir = Teh HOTT.
billytea - Jan 21, 2009 1:50:32 pm PST #8545 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.
There are women who want my baked goods!!!
There's precedent for the relevance of baked goods to courtship rituals. I seem to recall that Lady Gaga is bluffin' with her muffin. Of course, she also seems to think that diving face-first into some guy's crotch wearing a bunny outfit constitutes playing it cool, so she may not be the most reliable source.
Pete, Husband of Jilli - Jan 21, 2009 2:05:12 pm PST #8546 of 10000
"I've got a gun! I've got a mother-flippin' gun!" - Moss, The IT Crowd
Sooper-seekrit for Fay...
Fay, I just dropped you an email. If you didn't get it, just drop me a line with whatever your current addy is. Mine hasn't changed in years.
Edit: okay, that wasn't remotely seekrit, but I don't care...
Fay - Jan 21, 2009 2:20:49 pm PST #8547 of 10000
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
Sweetie, did you send it to the profile address? Or to nom de souris (at gmail)? Because I didn't get it.
(Incidentally - one of these days I must make a lolcat involving a cat eating a mouse, fake or otherwise, possibly in some kind of French context. Because my email address is, as it turns out, in lolspeak. Albeit unintentionally.)