'Serenity'
[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.
I thought it was more "How can we enact vengeance upon those who were foolish enough to be born as anything other than wealthy, white, heterosexual, cisgender, non-immigrant Christian men?"
Relatedly, every time I see Boehner's fake-tan face, I throw up in my mouth a little. I apologize on behalf of Ohio for that assclown.
Also: If Obama blinks first and agrees to cut funding to Planned Parenthood, I think I will actually vomit.
I don't think he *will,* but not because he's such a big defender of women's health; I think he knows that backing down on this would make it virtually impossible to be re-elected. I truly believe that's the only reason he hasn't already pushed Congressional dems to accept a compromise that cuts PP funding.
And wow, is that cold comfort. Actually, it's no comfort at all.
I thought it was more "How can we enact vengeance upon those who were foolish enough to be born as anything other than wealthy, white, heterosexual, cisgender, non-immigrant Christian men?"
God, SERIOUSLY.
Fred Pete, I'm so sorry about Chloe. You have had some hard times with your pets in the last year or so.
Yeah, still waiting for the shut-down news. Not pleased.
I thought it was more "How can we enact vengeance upon those who were foolish enough to be born as anything other than wealthy, white, heterosexual, cisgender, non-immigrant Christian men?"
Yeah, pretty much. How people can live their lives being so small-minded and hateful baffles me.
Interrupting for a brief spell to have A Moment: my baby girl is now wearing a 34D bra.
She has legs up to HERE and curvy little waist and now a 34D?
I am so freakin' DOOOOOOOMED.
Barb, time to get the shotgun cleaned and serviced.
Or a dog trained to sic balls.
Or a big machete!
Bonny! One, I owe you email. Two, one of my dreams last night was about sitting at a coffee shop with you, both of us coloring away in our coloring books. (Yes, I bought the vampires coloring book. I kinda had to.)
Ooooh. I like this dream! And, as it turns out, there is a coffee shop immediately outside my window...and several others within a block.
Now. All we need is a transporter!
And, by the by, I was coloring seconds before sitting down to read the threads.
Barb, time to get the shotgun cleaned and serviced.
Or a dog trained to sic balls.
Or a big machete!
These are all sounding good right now.