Am I the only one who wants to create a hide for observing Billytea's hide?
Right. Sir. Honey.
Zoe ,'The Train Job'
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.
Lee - Dec 24, 2009 2:54:46 am PST #4759 of 30000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
WindSparrow - Dec 24, 2009 3:11:44 am PST #4760 of 30000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
{{{{P-C}}}}
Miracleman - Dec 24, 2009 3:25:27 am PST #4761 of 30000
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
...the wild Ryan, in its natural surroundings, is truly breathtaking to behold. Note the total confidence, the unconcerned manner in which it lolls on its bwankie. This creature is totally in command of its environment.
...Jim is now going to try to get a little closer to the Ryan. Go ahead, Jim. Jim, just go. Go! Jim is creeping closer to the Ryan. We are confident that, though the Ryan can be dangerous, Jim is entirely protected by his fwuffy teddy beaw camouflage.
That's it, Jim. That's...oh, God. Oh, GOD! JIM! Look out! Oh, Lord, it's got him! It's...oh, it's too horrible...it's SNUGGLING Jim, it's...I can't look...
...Oh, the drool! THE DROOL! OH, GOD!
We'll return to Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom after these messages...
WindSparrow - Dec 24, 2009 4:12:53 am PST #4762 of 30000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
niiiiiiice Ryan spotting, guys.
that needs to be commaed but i don't have the wherewithal. been cleaning out snow from driveway. my hands hurt so badly. typing is a good kinda stretchy, but shift key is wrong kind of stretchy. snow up to my knees on one side of my car. want to kiss the snow-clearing crew of the parking lot next door, as they just took care of the end of our driveway for us.
sj - Dec 24, 2009 4:34:20 am PST #4763 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
{{{P-C}}} How scary! I'm glad you are ok.
Things are looking slightly better this morning. I am looking forward to going to Mom's for our big Christmas Eve fish dinner.
Aims - Dec 24, 2009 4:48:00 am PST #4764 of 30000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Boy, nothing sucks the Christmas Spirit right out of you like payroll not being deposited.
Calli - Dec 24, 2009 4:49:20 am PST #4765 of 30000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
Lovely ring, smonster.
Great presents for the boy, Steph.
P-C, what an awful experience. I hope you're feeling better today.
I love the Ryan posts.
As for me, I've been spending my time in MI with my sister and niece and nephew's girlfriend (the guys had to work yesterday). I really like my nephew's girlfriend, and I hope they'll make things permanent. She's an anime and Who watching, Linux and penguin loving, shy, sweet geek girl. I'd actually have some idea of what to get her for Christmas, which is more than I can say for many of my blood relatives.
WindSparrow - Dec 24, 2009 5:02:47 am PST #4766 of 30000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Crappity, Aims!
Aims - Dec 24, 2009 5:09:12 am PST #4767 of 30000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Total crappity!!
Frankenbuddha - Dec 24, 2009 5:35:59 am PST #4768 of 30000
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
Oh crap, Aims. Merry Fucking Christmas indeed.
P-C that sounds hellaciously scary, but I think someone else probably got mugged (or almost), and you weren't the target. That, or it was guys fucking around with each other. That probably doesn't help the adrenaline hangover much, though.