I forget what a Hot Karl is. I'm OK with that.
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.
I do know what a plate job is, but I really, really wish I didn't.
I don't know what a plate job is and I'm not going to go looking for it
It seems kinda' tame, compared to what others have been posting....
And when am I going to learn that when a fellow Buffista says "I wish I hadn't googled that," that I should not then turn around and google it myself. At least, not around meal time.
Amazingly enough, I haven't.
...
...
...
...
...
Nope. Still not.
...
And when am I going to learn that when a fellow Buffista says "I wish I hadn't googled that," that I should not then turn around and google it myself. At least, not around meal time.
Now I'm hungry for chocolate pudding.
Just kidding.
Not looking not looking not looking not looking....
Anyone have some windex?
Anyone have some windex?
Screen decaffeination?
So, on a completely different note, last night after we watched some Stargate SG-1 together, and then I went to read some fanfic, Daniel said, "I wonder what Richard Dean Anderson's wife thinks of all that." To which I replied, "She can go one of two ways with this: 1) Stay the hell off the internet and pretend there is no such thing as fandom; or B) Deliberately hunt up badfic, and read the most mortifying bits aloud." I know which I would do if Daniel ever became the object of fanfic.