Oh,, Shir. That's terrible. Poor puppy! I didn't know a cancer could spread that fast.
Gunn: The final score can't be rigged. I don't care how many players you grease, that last shot always comes up a question mark. But here's the thing. You never know when you're taking it. It could be when you're duking it out with the Legion of Doom, or just crossing the street deciding where to have brunch. So you just treat it like it was up to you—the world in balance—'cause you never know when it is.
'Underneath'
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.
Zenkitty - Mar 14, 2010 7:38:09 am PDT #12979 of 30000
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Shir - Mar 14, 2010 7:44:10 am PDT #12980 of 30000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
Neither did I. Apparently it can.
Ginger - Mar 14, 2010 7:44:21 am PDT #12981 of 30000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Oh, Shir. I'm so sorry.
Barb - Mar 14, 2010 7:44:25 am PDT #12982 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
Fuck cancer.
Calli - Mar 14, 2010 7:56:46 am PDT #12983 of 30000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
I'm so sorry, Shir.
Strix - Mar 14, 2010 7:58:48 am PDT #12984 of 30000
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Oh, Shir. That's really awful. I'm sorry.
Glamcookie - Mar 14, 2010 8:02:23 am PDT #12985 of 30000
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister
I'm so sorry, Shir. {{{}}}
erikaj - Mar 14, 2010 8:09:21 am PDT #12986 of 30000
"Somewhere in this building is our talent." Toby Ziegler, my spirit animal
that's awful.
Beverly - Mar 14, 2010 8:27:30 am PDT #12987 of 30000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
I'm so sorry, Shir. And angry on your behalf, and on his.
smonster - Mar 14, 2010 8:32:04 am PDT #12988 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Shir, I am so sorry. And yes, angry on your behalf.