HEY, WASHING MACHINE? WHO'S YOUR DADDY, BITCH?! HUH? WHO'S YOUR DADDY?
SAY MY NAME!!
[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.
HEY, WASHING MACHINE? WHO'S YOUR DADDY, BITCH?! HUH? WHO'S YOUR DADDY?
SAY MY NAME!!
(claps) We could have used you on our dryer a few months back, too.
Yay, MM! Way to put down the uprising of the laundry minions!
edit: do you do housecalls?
ma~~~~to your friend , Aimee.
nice t o see you , Erin. -- I think that is the grown up life. the ability to see different parts of you life -- and chose the important parts to be the big influence.
and I hope it is only a few more days that you need to listen to this nonsense , Barb.
My shoulders are actually tense, from the rotator cuffs to inside my shoulder blades and up to my neck because of all the tension that builds every time she comes and hovers behind me, reading over my shoulder.
I.
Hate.
That.
A lot.
edit: do you do housecalls?
Yes I do, but you have to pay airfare and provide food and booze. Also hugs and whatnot.
It's the whatnot that could be a worry...
I'm impressed with your not raging abilities.
(waggles eyebrows at Barb)
I wouldn't say "worry"...
friend M in Cali
So much ~ma. Hugging my belly tightly now :(