Word.
Buffy: I was regrouping. Spike: You were about to be regrouped into separate piles.
'Potential'
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.
Fay - Jan 23, 2009 9:22:39 pm PST #8900 of 10000
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
javachik - Jan 23, 2009 10:04:33 pm PST #8901 of 10000
Our wings are not tired.
INXS
NoiseDesign - Jan 23, 2009 10:08:20 pm PST #8902 of 10000
Our wings are not tired
Should I be listening like a thief?
javachik - Jan 23, 2009 10:15:32 pm PST #8903 of 10000
Our wings are not tired.
No. The discussion on not knowing how to pronounce things...
Some peeps here already know this, but I thought it was The Inkses.
Lee - Jan 23, 2009 11:23:39 pm PST #8904 of 10000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
With special guest stars TBA.
Steph L. - Jan 23, 2009 11:24:57 pm PST #8905 of 10000
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
Some peeps here already know this, but I thought it was The Inkses.
Me too!!!
t /insomnia-stricken Oreo eater
Lee - Jan 23, 2009 11:27:45 pm PST #8906 of 10000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Steph!
I had one magic beer with dinner, and then fell asleep at 8:30.
Clearly I really should have had two magic beers.
Steph L. - Jan 23, 2009 11:31:53 pm PST #8907 of 10000
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
Clearly I really should have had two magic beers.
Me, too. Or even one. (My increased Wellbutrin dose is causing a lot of markedly bad nausea, so I eat whenever my stomach decides it's okay to eat, and I eat *whatever* my stomach decides is okay, which so far has been bland food and a vanilla malt. Beer might make my stomach go explodey. Which sucks, because I bet I'd still be asleep right now if I had had magic beer.)
Still, I have Oreos (TJs' Joe-Joes, actually [vanilla bean cream variety], which I like much better than Oreos). A couple more and some milk and I should be ready to go back to bed.
Lee - Jan 23, 2009 11:35:57 pm PST #8908 of 10000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I am trying to figure out what would push me into ready to go back to bed territory. I think maybe a hot toddy, to help my throat as well.
billytea - Jan 23, 2009 11:51:34 pm PST #8909 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.
Some peeps here already know this, but I thought it was The Inkses.
INXS was actually the answer to a question in one of the quiz shows I entered, back in '85. But I had not realised that segue had two syllables. I'd imagined it derived from French rather than Italian.