I want a piece of chocolate cake, followed by a shot of Basil Hayden. I'm syncretic like that.
'Ariel'
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.
I'll settle for a chocolate poptart.
Marvel always had the cooler vampire titles.
It's refreshing to know that I'm not the only one creeped out by wind turbines: [link]
Maybe I should write Not Another Vampire Book.
Actually, if I wrote a vampire book, I would call it I Am a Vampire And.
So my brand-new car has a leaky power steering rack that needs to be replaced. And something about an O-ring, so I'm lucky my car hasn't exploded yet.
And apparently, no one in America wants me, so my parents are starting to make plans to go to India at the end of the year.
so my parents are starting to make plans to go to India at the end of the year.
Is there a parental plan to have you hitched by the end of the decade, Polter?
End of the year. Or end of last year. Or the year before that. I guess I'm not very marketable.
What in a rootbeer shot? Galliano and coke?