Chili chili chili.
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[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.
Chili was my first thought, actually, but I was also debating a beef stew with red wine. But short ribs sound good too.
Chicken, carrots, onions, potatoes. Season the chicken with pepper, garlic, and cinnamon.
It saddens me to see Knut become the Britney Spears of the ursine world.
It saddens me to see Knut become the Britney Spears of the ursine world.
Maybe somebody we'll see Knut in a bikini doing the top 10 on Letterman.
Maybe somebody we'll see Knut in a bikini doing the top 10 on Letterman.
Or shaving his head and beating on a car with a paparazzi's umbrella.
Breaking news of Ryan from Ryan news, where the news is all Ryan, all the time:
He rolled onto his side today for the first time. Poked his feet up in the air, then down to the side, taking the rest of him with them.
He now reacts to getting a kiss on the cheek with wide-eyed, wide-mouthed delight. As if I needed additional incentive. Have you seen him? [link] I mean, really.
Sorry to post and run yesterday. I lost Internet at the theatre, and then I had a meeting, and then I slept, and then I had a meeting (7 AM. What's up with that?), and now I am tired, but here.
Hooray for Ryan rolling!
Have you seen him? [link] I mean, really.
Heh. Not quite to evil overlord status, but getting there. The caption could be: "Soon I'll control everything. My wish is your -- ooh, shiny!"
Empress, maybe you need a poodle: [link]