Oh, Erin, hon. Those BASTARDS.
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.
Yo. Wrod. I mean, I hated the job, wasn't right for me, but I SHAGGED ASS. And I kinda need, you know, a paycheck and health benes.
STAB STAB STAB.
Oh, Erin, hon. Those BASTARDS.
Yeah. I'll bet they eat Funyuns too.
Aw geez, sorry Erin. Best of ~ma for something new and better, soonest.
smonster - oughtn't (ought not contraction)
I am inspired by the delurking thread to try to post more regularly again, instead of just picking your spicy brains when I need help in a debate and then fading back into the background.
So, morning lovelies!
Erin, what in the SHIT? I am so sorry.
Hey, EpicT! Good to see your pixels. And thanks for the correction. Dur.
They DO eat Funyons, Gud!
I'VE SEEN IT.
Damn, I shoulda known...
Erin, God dammit. Those fools. They suck badly. I'm sorry.
::pushing alcohol via the interwebs pipes::
But . . but . . . Funyuns are good.
Connie is SO RIGHT.
While Erin's former employers are shitbags who don't deserve Funyuns. Seriously, that is BULLSHIT.
Connie will be next to betray you, Erin.