Anyone have some windex?
'Sleeper'
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.
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.
Screen decaffination?
I was thinking ND had a sudden urge to make sure all the glass in his apartment is very clean....
Not looking not looking not looking not looking....
I'm with Andi on this one.
I don't want to look, but I want to know.
Want me to email you?
What Vortex said. Still, not looking.
Who had corn?
Conversation in chez Pollak:
Lewis: Oooh!
Me: What?
L: Sorry, I know you're trying to work.
Me: S'okay, I'm used to it from Nate. What is it?
L: Yeah, but I'm trying to be considerate.
Me: What is it already.
L: This game I'm playing, there's a giant space walrus with sunglasses and a mohawk and a killer whale at the bottom of the screen squirting water at me.
Me: Uh-huh. I gotta post this in Bitches.
Note: Lewis says he'll pay money if anyone guesses the game.