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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.


Shir - Jan 27, 2010 10:36:43 am PST #8092 of 30000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".

{{DJ and less crazy/drugged family of the kid}}

And, ION: real talk that happened today.

Dear Friend: Oh, and I also duplicated 50% of my DNA. Well, less than 50%, because of the mitochondria. And it has a pulse!
Me (bearing in mind this guy is very into science, and for all I know, might work on cloning himself, so quite shocked): WHY?
DF, mumbling: moral debt to the society...?
Me: Uh. Whatever. But... how? And where? Which lab let you... And how do you...
(DF looks confuse, trying to answer delicately the "how" and "where" questions)
Me: Oh wait! Mitochondria, duh! Dude, congratulations!

Moral of the story: we live in an age where cloning oneself is not so much sci-fi anymore. When you're coming out pregnant, mind the details.


JZ - Jan 27, 2010 10:37:52 am PST #8093 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, DJ, that sounds awful. And oh, God, your poor friend.

They had apparently agreed on what was to be said, but once she got up there, she threw away the page and deemed it "inappropriate" and then kept calling him by the name his druggie friends used "Tweak."

He must have been livid. What a seriously shitty thing to do.


Shir - Jan 27, 2010 10:39:10 am PST #8094 of 30000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".

DJ, how about organizing an alternative memorial to the kid, and not inviting the pod people? Is there a talk about it?


Barb - Jan 27, 2010 10:41:23 am PST #8095 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”

DJ, that sounds absolutely horrific. I can't even begin to imagine what a fucktastic spectacle that was.

However, the Urban Decay set is verra pretty.


smonster - Jan 27, 2010 10:44:41 am PST #8096 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

OMG. I'm toying with the idea of taking sewing or woodworking classes (need new creative pasttime) and I could take classes from Roy Freaking Underhill. [link]

Now, I'm not sure that I'm up for the full-on 1937 experience (no tape measures? for realz?) but it's tempting.


-t - Jan 27, 2010 10:45:51 am PST #8097 of 30000
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

Oh, Daisy, what a travesty.


Polter-Cow - Jan 27, 2010 10:46:07 am PST #8098 of 30000
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!

Me: Oh wait! Mitochondria, duh! Dude, congratulations!

Moral of the story: we live in an age where cloning oneself is not so much sci-fi anymore. When you're coming out pregnant, mind the details.

Heeeeee. That's pretty great.


ChiKat - Jan 27, 2010 10:46:57 am PST #8099 of 30000
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?

DJ, that sounds horrible. I am so sorry.


Daisy Jane - Jan 27, 2010 10:47:55 am PST #8100 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

He must have been livid. What a seriously shitty thing to do.

He actually handled it all pretty well. Reminded himself to breathe and rolled his eyes at her. At the end he wrapped it up well and thanked everyone for being there for the family.

When he, the godparents, and the principal spoke were the only things that weren't horrifying. And when he spoke was the only time Bob and I cried. (Technically I only cried because I saw Bob cry, and he NEVER cries-he really never attends funerals either).

No alternative memorial. Those of us who are friends of the father and his wife joined them at the bar where my husband works and had a mini memorial. Which reminds me, I need to find the picture of the kid, sweetfaced with green hair at one of the crawfish boils for my friend.


brenda m - Jan 27, 2010 10:51:06 am PST #8101 of 30000
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

Good holy god, Daisy. I just don't even know how to respond to that.