and then ... my mind went to Patrick Stewart and chocolate...
'Shindig'
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.
did I distract a whole thread?
I have just spent to much time on our children's blog looking for a good version of any poem by Shel Silverstein. I have about two weeks to prove that it does not have to be only last summers post about bugs that are attractive.
That reminds me, I have ordered these books: [link] [link] I am also sorely tempted to get some of the baby outfits, like [link] or [link]
my mind went to Patrick Stewart and chocolate...
And really, does one need much prompting for that?
no
get the I can't read outfit. I'm still laughing
pumpkin time for me.
Those that need to sleep -- SLEEP
and ita - extra long sleep to you -- and may this procedure make a difference.
I've started a monster with my Patrick Stewart. Enjoy!
me? Sleep? Looks like I'm watching season finale of Lost season 4.
shit. I killed the thread.
No, we're just laughing in our sleep.
ETA: Too...much..to...COMM
I am here to state that I do not ever want to eat chocolate covered cat fish.
But would you not eat it on a date?
Would you eat it on a plate?
Would you eat it on a stick?
Or do you think that you'd get sick?