Heh. That makes me feel better!
Xander ,'End of Days'
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[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 read this a bit ago:
According to court records, an employee at Riverview Elementary School in Memphis reported a drunk woman armed with a sword was running through the halls of the school and had threatened to cut her.
Some people can't do Buffista right. Drinking comes after swordplay with school officials, lady.
The Vicodin helped everything except my left hip. I don't know why those nerves are resisting.
Hil, clearly your hip needs to meet up with Locutus, who will inform those nerves, that resistance if futile.
Solidarity, Hil. My left hip is spasming.
{{{{{Jessica}}}}}
Yay, Stephanie!
Omigosh, brenda! Perfect haircut for you!
smonster I feel you.
Blinks Where's SuperPornyPants when we need her?
meara and I are proving we are real to each other and apparently to our little waiter of indeterminate Latin descent, we are also cheap bitches who wouldn't order enough mojitos.
He also apparently could not handle my Latin heat (imagine it sounding like Agador from Birdcage) also, this is according to meara. Not me.
Okay, never mind...
Barb is having trouble typing. This is meara. I think she had enough mojito. Or enough heat. hhhhhhhhheat.
WE are giggly bitches.
Yes, yes we are.
BWAHAHAHAHAHA!
Best. Post. Evar.
Enough mojito? Heheehehehheehehheeheheheheh
[meara again]
we now have photographic proof we are real! to each other! or with each other! or something.
more giggles have ensued. and now I'm typing badly. it may be time to leave.
t /meara