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.
Uh. Guys. The Emperor is broken.
(If that will stop bt's chain reaction)
Good! Your hate has made you powerful. Now, fulfill your destiny and take your father's place at my side!
Never. I’ll never turn to the dark side. You’ve failed, your highness.
...
Apparently not.
Huh. Hey Emperor - maybe you should reboot yourself.
Also, pay no attention to the man behind the curtain! You know, the one with the turntable.
Fuck. I big piece of something under my car seems to be cracked in half. I'm waiting for AAA now and hoping this doesn't cost me a ton of money.
I apparently slid off my lovely new tempur pedic pillow that has given me two nights of pain- free sleep, because I just woke up having tweaked my neck so badly that pain killers and muscle relaxers may be needed. I have to grade final exams today, dammit. I can't afford a med-induced haze. But OW. Stupid neck.
Please stand by. The Emperor is temporarily experiencing technical difficulties.
While we wait for his Imperial Majesty to be repaired, please enjoy our other animatronic amusements: Genghis Khan. Attila the Hun. Josef Stalin. Adolf Hitler. Rupert Murdoch.
Thank you for your patience, and your patronage of Disneyworld's Hall of Bastards.