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.
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DON'T CLICK IT.
I haven't clicked it. It could be puppies frolicking with kittens in a field of glittery unicorns.
But I doubt it.
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Fucking hell, that's hilarious!
One acupuncture side effect is that one spot on the underside of my forearm where a needle was, which happens to be where my arm rests on the laptop, is still sore.
I am, however, also really tired, and I've been having serious insomnia issues (which hopefully the acupuncture can help with). I'm going to take the tiredness as a sign I should go to bed and stop leaning my arm on the laptop.
Bork bork bork.
ita always warns us with the bad scary links. That one is perfectly safe.
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DON'T CLICK IT.
It's totally clickable. Seriously.
All the cool kids are clicking it.
Oh, I clicked it. I am a big fat liar who lies.
I couldn't help it; I had to know.
Slap my 'fro, gov.
Aims, that's wonderful! I'm so happy for you, and for her, for getting to know you!
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Totally unexpected. I LOLd.
apartment~ma, askye.
A furtooel sloomber perty vhere-a nutheeng is TMI. Ooh, und sume-a ooff us theenk Speeke-a is hut. Um de hur de hur de hur.
CRYING WITH LAUGHTER.
booty dance
awwww yeah. Oh, and your sister emailing is good too