Book: Yes, I'd forgotten you're moonlighting as a criminal mastermind now. Got your next heist planned? Simon: No. But I'm thinking about growing a big black mustache. I'm a traditionalist.

'War Stories'


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.


Gris - Jan 27, 2009 8:26:03 am PST #9286 of 10000
Hey. New board.

Ugh. Sore spot

Sorry!

Am I crazy for wanting World Peace?

No.


Miracleman - Jan 27, 2009 8:31:49 am PST #9287 of 10000
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020

President Obama: Hey, Citigroup. This is the president.

Citigroup: Oh, hey! How are you?

President Obama: Let's just cut to the chase: the new plane.

Citigroup: Oh, yeah, it's gonna be awesome!

President Obama: Yeah, no.

Citigroup: No, what?

President Obama: ...

Citigroup: No...plane?

President Obama: ...

Citigroup: O...kay. Sure.

President Obama: Have a nice day.


JenP - Jan 27, 2009 8:33:13 am PST #9288 of 10000

Well, he'd evidently made an impression, because she did write to him. And he wrote back. And their correspondence flew thick and fast and amorous. And the next time he saw her - indeed, the first time he'd so much as held her hand - was when he flew over to the West Indies to marry her.

Swoon.

DH proposed to me while I was asleep. Can't tell you much there. He refused to repeat whatever it was he said. And to this day swears I said yes.

Ha! Priceless.

Laura's plane story is sweet! Bev's... kinda hot!


erikaj - Jan 27, 2009 8:37:46 am PST #9289 of 10000
Always Anti-fascist!

My mom got the worst proposal ever...my dad just told her that relationships either go forward or they end. And he wanted to go forward, so... ME: He sounds like an ass. you shouldn't have married him. MOM: I REALLY wanted to leave home. The saddest thing is, he told me that story and never thought to pretty it up for me.


Toddson - Jan 27, 2009 8:45:59 am PST #9290 of 10000
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"

A friend of mine had been living with the same guy for several years. One day he was meeting her for lunch and she'd debated over whether to wear the jazzy yellow dress or the pretty pink dress(she decided on the pink). Well, at lunch time he swept into her office, wearing a tuxedo, carrying champagne, and followed by a violinist. As the violinist played, he went down on one knee and proposed. She said yes (duh), he poured champagne for her and her co-workers, and they celebrated. The violinist went back to wherever he came from and they went to a long, romantic lunch.


Stephanie - Jan 27, 2009 8:47:38 am PST #9291 of 10000
Trust my rage

Since I posted the baby picspam over in Natter, I thought I'd better link over here too. [link]

eta: Our engagement story is nothing fancy, I think, but was still romantic. We went to this Valentine's Day ball at Ft. Lewis and Joe proposed on the dance floor while Elvis was singing. I have no idea what he said because I was totally shocked.


omnis_audis - Jan 27, 2009 9:08:29 am PST #9292 of 10000
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir

ugg. I got tagged twice today in Facebook for that "25 things you don't know about me" thing. I'm not very good at randomly revealing. Far better at answering questions. It just seems a bit narcissistic to me.


Laga - Jan 27, 2009 9:08:37 am PST #9293 of 10000
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.

I got "you know I want to marry you" shouted into my ear at a reggae club.


Laga - Jan 27, 2009 9:09:50 am PST #9294 of 10000
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.

25 things you don't know about me

I don't think I could come up with 25 things I never told someone.


Calli - Jan 27, 2009 9:15:42 am PST #9295 of 10000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

If anyone ever wants me to dig in my heels and not do something, "tag" me to do it. Facebook, lj, it doesn't matter. I get all, "who the hell are you to demand 25 factoids from my life" (or whatever the tagging's about). Well, actually, I just ignore it. But if pressed, the words would come out.