'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.
Sean, it's been days without a Date Girl update. Got any happy stories to share?
We went to Sunset Junction last Saturday, with a couple of our friends, and had a great time. And then I ran my car out of gas after having dropped everybody off. Nothing as super-romantic as meteor showers or what have you. This week is pretty busy for us both, as we're each doing prep work for separate shows.
Yeah, I'm a slave driver.
Happy Birthday, Barb.
Yeah, I'm a slave driver.
Then put Date Girl in the Leia outfit!
Um, that's kinda Sean's job.
Birthday Happies, Barb!
For those of us who first encountered Hugh Laurie on Blackadder and Jeeves and Wooster, the whole Hugh-Laurie-is-hot phenomenon is a bit of cognitive dissonance.
I always thought the Prince Regent was kinda sexy.
I remember when we were kids (late '60s/early '70s), they still let zoo visitors feed the animals in certain cases. They would sell bags of marshmallows at the polar bear exhibit, and everyone would throw them at the bears, who just loved them.
There are pictures of my dad and my uncle eating the bear food you could buy at (I think) the Milwaukee zoo. It wasn't marshmallows, more like dog chow.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BARB!
Muahahahaha!
Oh, as usual, dear.
Oh, as usual, dear.
Echoed.