That's why I like cobbler's better than pie. All the nom of pie, and little fuss.
Ah, summer-fresh blackberry cobbler. I cannot wait!
You were very nearly devoured by a giant demon snake. The words 'let that be a lesson' are a tad redundant at this juncture.
Giles ,'Selfless'
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.
Strix - Mar 14, 2011 7:25:53 pm PDT #17603 of 30000
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Vortex - Mar 14, 2011 7:49:53 pm PDT #17604 of 30000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
the internet went down at work today, and I ended up leaving early. Just checked and it's still not up. If it's not up when I get up tomorrow, I'm not coming in to work. Of course, I'm not sure how I'll let anyone know that I'm working at home. I might have to *gasp* use the phone.
Cass - Mar 14, 2011 7:55:21 pm PDT #17605 of 30000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
I might have to *gasp* use the phone.
Vortex, dude, LANGUAGE.
Seska (the Watcher-in-Training) - Mar 14, 2011 11:18:09 pm PDT #17606 of 30000
"We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"
Contract-renewal~ma, Hil and Erin.
Not sure what a Blaine is. I went to an all-girls school (actually, I went to three - I didn't settle well!) and we didn't have dances/proms. I was totally in love with a girl who sat in front of me in French class for three years, though.
smonster - Mar 15, 2011 2:33:08 am PDT #17607 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
A Blaine is a rich, cute guy who eventually pulls his head out of his ass long enough to date the poor girl with funky fashion sense*. I didn't date any Blaines - I just pined after them while dissing perfectly good mortals. I did have a couple who asked me out but then got mysteriously busy and had to cancel.
* I was neither poor nor had funky fashion sense (more of a middle class nerd). Making up for lost time on the latter while trying to avoid the former.
Steph L. - Mar 15, 2011 4:55:44 am PDT #17608 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Proof that the universe has a sense of humor: the first song that came up on shuffle on my iPod? Lyle Lovett. "That's Right (You're Not From Texas)."
Ha ha ha ha ha.
brenda m - Mar 15, 2011 5:43:42 am PDT #17609 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
Texas may or may not want him but they're not getting a say.
Daisy Jane - Mar 15, 2011 6:34:16 am PDT #17610 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Texas has plenty like him, so he'll blend.
Daisy Jane - Mar 15, 2011 6:37:25 am PDT #17611 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
I meant to also say, job~ma for Erin and Hil. I know the feeling. We pretty much feel like it's day to day here. I don't want to find another job. Even if I could be certain of employment after this, I like THIS job. Bleh.
Fred Pete - Mar 15, 2011 7:21:46 am PDT #17612 of 30000
Ann, that's a ferret.
All sympathies for MFN and family.