Owls are a Navajo sign of death.
So, handy to have the major life events all tied up in one.
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Owls are a Navajo sign of death.
So, handy to have the major life events all tied up in one.
Always wise to check the symbolism.
SH, I don't get the formica and creamed corn. But I'm sure it's amusing. 'Splain?
Serious about the wife thing, yo.
Indeed - the owls are not what they seem.
Ha, nice!! (I STILL WANT TO KNOW WHAT THE FUCK WAS UP WITH THE OWLS.)
I should...probably not click that link at work. As curious as I am.
It's technically work safe. There are no unsightly pictures or anything. However, the link tags include anal sex, masturbation, etc.
That is one gorgeous baby head. I think everyone should take a moment to stop and smell the soft spot. Baby head smell is AWESOME.
Wait... does this mean you're smelling their brains?
I think the wedding sounds lovely.
I STILL WANT TO KNOW WHAT THE FUCK WAS UP WITH THE OWLS.
How's Annie?
Barb, expect me around 7 with Jessica, 'kay? That sounds so very nummy.
I don't know if I'd want owls or bagpipers, but the rest sounds lovely.
I am feeling like poop on toast today. That stuff I was trying to ignore yesterday has reared its ugly head in a way that is now impossible to ignore.
SH, I don't get the formica and creamed corn. But I'm sure it's amusing. 'Splain?
It's a terribly geeky reference to the whole "Twin Peaks" thing. The owls not being what they seem, and the Black Lodge (with the Man from Another Place, who dances and talks backwards)...and one of the things the Man says (while eating creamed corn in reverse) is "The table is formica, it's color is greeeeeeeeen".
The creamed corn he refers to as "garmonbozia - pain and sorrow". I used to look at cans of creamed corn and burst into fake tears; it amused my roommate, and perplexed the rest of the world.
My, I was a geeky 20-something.
My, I was a geeky 20-something.
You certainly were, you freak. I limited myself to jokes about coffee, pie and owls. And David Bowie.