I think Emeline is in for a world class lesson.
Shh! I kinda wanna hear me talking right now!
Glory ,'The Killer In Me'
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
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Cashmere - Jan 04, 2010 3:11:51 pm PST #5678 of 30000
Now tagless for your comfort.
Aims - Jan 04, 2010 3:13:52 pm PST #5679 of 30000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Yeowch, Aims. Is she grounded for life?
Batcave, Pretty Ponies, Chixos, and all dresses have been taken away for at least a week. The Batcave will sit on top of the piano where she has to see it every day. She did not get stories or songs for bed tonight. She also had to deal with her Father, who went Reniassance on her ass.
Connie Neil - Jan 04, 2010 3:14:11 pm PST #5680 of 30000
brillig
I think Emeline is in for a world class lesson.
And maybe a future in boxing? Miracleman can be her manager.
edit:
who went Reniassance on her ass.
Oh, dear. Creative measures.
hippocampus - Jan 04, 2010 3:21:46 pm PST #5681 of 30000
not your mom's socks.
oh YOWCH. Aims.
Aims - Jan 04, 2010 3:22:35 pm PST #5682 of 30000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
I mean, she hauled back and smacked me. Those tiny hands freaking hurt, man.
Stephanie - Jan 04, 2010 3:27:22 pm PST #5683 of 30000
Trust my rage
Holy crap! Aims.
sj - Jan 04, 2010 4:05:36 pm PST #5684 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
{{{Aims}}}
NoiseDesign - Jan 04, 2010 4:29:37 pm PST #5685 of 30000
Our wings are not tired
If I had done that to my parents as a child I'd still be grounded.
Nora Deirdre - Jan 04, 2010 4:34:24 pm PST #5686 of 30000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Ugh, Aims- that sucks on many levels.
JZ - Jan 04, 2010 4:38:21 pm PST #5687 of 30000
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Oh, shit, Aims. I had the raging finger of death pointed at me this morning for committing the capital crime of asking Hec if he wanted a bagel, but I haven't been hit. Yet, I'm sure.
Lots of hugs, and I'm stuffing a martini through the interpipes to you right now (unless you'd prefer a Cosmo or a Manhattan).