( continues...) don't come over here and treat me like I'm some deadbeat tenant who hasn't paid your fucking ass ON GODDAMN TIME every month for the past two years. You giant assreaming buttmunch.
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.
Aims, that sucks. I'm sorry you have to deal with that bullshit. As far as the cigarettes go, keep it going! You can do it!
Salad shooter's too good for that cheeseweasel, Aims.
I'm thinking rusty chainsaw sans lube.
I'm thinking rusty chainsaw sans lube.
Rusty chainsaw with saltwater lube.
A mutant termite ringworm with rusty chainsaw arms.
"With full pack."
A mutant termite ringworm with rusty chainsaw arms.
That lays an egg that turns into one of those chestbursting Aliens - not one from the Alien movies, but the one from Mel Brooks's Spaceballs, that does a little song and dance after it bursts from your chest.
Will someone kick my ass and make me call my doctor on Monday? The pain is fully back now, whatever good effects I was getting from the steroids have completely warn off.
Infuriating, Aims. What an ass.
Good for you, making seven days!
Aims your Uncle should have the steering column from a 1973 AMC Gremlin used to dredge his colon.
IJS.