I'm so glad they figured it out, Ginger.
Giles: I'm sure we're all perfectly safe. Dawn: We're safe. Right. And Spike built a robot Buffy to play checkers with. Tara: It sounded convincing when I thought it.
'Dirty Girls'
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[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.
Sparky1 - Dec 06, 2010 9:53:50 am PST #10307 of 30000
Librarian Warlord
Ginger - Dec 06, 2010 9:56:41 am PST #10308 of 30000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
I wonder if his being the world's sheddingest dog is related to low thyroid.
Steph L. - Dec 06, 2010 10:06:57 am PST #10309 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
I wonder if his being the world's sheddingest dog is related to low thyroid.
Ginger, my bro's dog recently was diagnosed with low thyroid, and she had lost a lot of hair prior to the diagnosis. So that may be so for Mr. Peabody.
Beverly - Dec 06, 2010 10:57:18 am PST #10310 of 30000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Thank goodness for treatable, Ginger.And I don't remember if it was here or Natter, but I'm glad Sass is okay now, too.
A Christmas Story, Scrooged, A Charlie Brown Christmas, and Mr. Magoo's Christmas are my faves. Magoo as Scrooge--yay!
If one can even find an airing of the show, several of the songs are usually cut. The kids and I used to sing the songs at and with each other, and StY can still sing, "We're rep-re-hensible. We'll steal your pen, and pencible. We're just blankety-blank-blank--ALL BAD!" And the whole family demands razzleberry dressing with Christmas dinner.
Daisy Jane - Dec 06, 2010 11:04:39 am PST #10311 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Oh, javachick, did you get the postcard I sent? I'm not sure if you're still at the same address as you were when I sent one from Budapest.
javachik - Dec 06, 2010 11:21:30 am PST #10312 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.
Oh, javachick, did you get the postcard I sent? I'm not sure if you're still at the same address as you were when I sent one from Budapest.
Not yet! I do have a different address from you went to Hungary; I live in Oakland now.
Daisy Jane - Dec 06, 2010 11:24:18 am PST #10313 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Ah. Well, someone in your old house got a postcard from India.
javachik - Dec 06, 2010 11:26:40 am PST #10314 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.
Charlie still lives there, so I he'll give it to me. :)
I bought a whole bunch of Paris postcards and never sent them. I am a loser times eleventy.
Steph L. - Dec 06, 2010 11:29:26 am PST #10315 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Java, I bet people would still be happy to get them. I know I would. Pretty pictures! From a whole other country!
javachik - Dec 06, 2010 11:30:39 am PST #10316 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.
Really? Okay! Maybe I can send them instead of Christmas cards.