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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.


Steph L. - Apr 22, 2011 3:01:44 pm PDT #20300 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

You're not supposed to just throw away electronics like a vibrator, right? So you take that to Goodwill for recycling?

Some communities have electronic recycling day, so you can get rid of your 386 PC, your 8-track tape player, and your dead vibrator, all in one fell swoop.

(Some years ago I had a battery-operated vibrator, and I was trying to be all save-the-planet, so I used rechargable batteries. And then, because I am a dummy, when the vibrator broke, I forgot I was using rechargable batteries and just threw the whole thing away without removing the batteries [which I believe you're supposed to do anyway; you aren't supposed to just throw away batteries, but I did]. D'oh.)

Completely unrelatedly, The Boy furminated Kato, and literally removed enough hair to make a small dog, and there are pictures. I was napping when this happened, and then Tim came in the bedroom to nap, which ended up waking me up. He told me about the pile of fur, and yet I was completely unprepared to walk in the living room and find a dog-shaped pile of fur arranged on the dog bed. Scared the CRAP out of me.

And then Toke went and laid down in the middle of it (also with photographic proof). That cat ain't right.


Anne W. - Apr 22, 2011 3:09:46 pm PDT #20301 of 30000
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

The news just informed me that "large, damaging hail can cause a lot of damage."

Really? I had no idea.

Also, they keep resorting to new size comparisons for hail. They've moved on from "golf ball" sized and "baseball sized" to "teacup sized." Ooh. And it's all coming down right where my dad lives. Fun.

And then Toke went and laid down in the middle of it (also with photographic proof).

I really want to see this. I furminated Jeeves today, and gathered about a cup and a half of fur.


Steph L. - Apr 22, 2011 3:10:45 pm PDT #20302 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

"teacup sized."

That's no longer hail. I don't know what it is, but "teacup sized" is NOT hail. That's insane.


Anne W. - Apr 22, 2011 3:14:37 pm PDT #20303 of 30000
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

That's insane.

It's also combined with strong winds. I'm torn between being in awe and freaking the fuck out.


Tom Scola - Apr 22, 2011 3:15:10 pm PDT #20304 of 30000
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.

There’s a “one Toke over the line” joke in there somewhere, but I just can’t get at it.


Anne W. - Apr 22, 2011 3:15:58 pm PDT #20305 of 30000
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

Toke is an awesome name for a cat.


Steph L. - Apr 22, 2011 3:16:00 pm PDT #20306 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

I don't want your storm coming our way AGAIN! Especially not with teacup sized "hail"! What's with these apocalyptostorms?


Anne W. - Apr 22, 2011 3:17:41 pm PDT #20307 of 30000
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

They haven't said which way it's going, but the immediate area is peppered with tornado watches and warnings.

What's with these apocalyptostorms?

Warmup for the world ending in May?


Vortex - Apr 22, 2011 3:18:07 pm PDT #20308 of 30000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

in utterly first world/diamond shoes problems: my vibrator died last night.

Oh, I know this pain. I just hope that it didn't happen while in use.


Steph L. - Apr 22, 2011 3:18:49 pm PDT #20309 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

Toke was apparently named for her habit of getting into her original owners' stash, eating it, and then being totally stoned.

Want to hear weird synchronicity? In college, my roommate and I had a wee cactus we named Toke, and a fern named Chloe. And then 15 years later, I fell in love with a man with a cat named Toke and a dog named Chloe. Weiiiiiiiiird stuff, man. I told my roommate, and she said that we conjured him up. Which is entirely possible.