Book ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
[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.
If smonster's boobs have hands, I am worried.
I assure you they do not. Talk about hands in new places!
wondering which was boomer the whole time.
And I'm just going to let you keep wondering...
Just as well, can you imagine the enormous PITA it would have been to find graphics software that could handle the data conversion so you could print 'em once you woke up?
No kidding!
t crickets
Did my boobs kill the thread? Bad Starbuck, bad Boomer.
Help, I've run out of internets!
Bad Starbuck, bad Boomer.
(snerk)
Yes, yes they are. Bad, that is. NO NOT YOUR BOOBS.
Wait - why am *I* talking about someone's boobs?
Jilli? What's happening?
Smonster's Starbuck and Boomer surely did not kill the thread. No doubt people are lost in thought.
There's something in the air in Bitches, Stunt Husband.
And Bitches claims another one. Bwah ha hah!
Jilli? What's happening?
Welcome to bitches.
No doubt people are lost in thought.
Or in their bunks.
Considering my last roommate situation (with a friend named Wendy) had a wireless network with the SSID of "Wendy's House O' Bitches", this isn't terribly surprising.
But. Still.
A WOMAN'S ANATOMY. My faux-Victorian sensibilities are SHOCKED.
SHOCKED I TELL YOU.
See those capitals? My sensibilities are up in arms!
No doubt people are lost in thought.
in their bunks.