"You hoard toilet paper. You understand me? Hoard it. Hoard it like it's made of gold. 'Cause it is."
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.
OPPRESSOR!!!
You are G-D right I am!!
You know, it's not that hard to grow your own toilet paper. I think you just aren't trying.
Growing my own anything takes away from the capitalist society upon which I have based my values and morals and without which I would cease to exist.
Damn. I can't find the nail polish I wanted to wear to Daniel's nephew's wedding tomorrow.
I STOLE IT AND FED IT TO SARAH PALIN!!
Muahahahaha!
I STOLE IT AND FED IT TO SARAH PALIN!!
You are a scamp, and you are also full of piss and vinegar.
You go run around the block until you work some of that energy off.
I tried growing my own fluevogs once, but the deer ate 'em.
I'm trying to hard to get the phrase changed to "An Aimee once bit my sister."
Because I totally did.
(I am full of piss and vinegar, huh? Must be my attitude getting ready to handle having the scorching red hair again.)
Damn. I can't find the nail polish I wanted to wear to Daniel's nephew's wedding tomorrow.
GROW YOUR OWN.
I am ready for a scorching red Aimee!
Plant an OPI seed.