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[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.
Laundry facilities- all yours!
Helping- I may need help bringing stuff to the brewery on Friday around 6ish.
Most of the fatigue is my own mental stuff. Tom actually had to remind me today that I chose to do this, heh. I think the stressy issues are hopefully solved. Just need to get it going, all will work itself out. There will be plenty of beer, so it'll be fine.
So we're Highlanders now?
THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE!
no pointy objects.
It's like you know me or something.
THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE!
I saw those movies. There should have been only one. There were a lot.
In the case of the tv show, I am okay with this though. Cause Methos. Mmm, Methos.
So we're Highlanders now?
Maybe we're WWII-era Londoners.
Are you my mummy?
So we're Highlanders now?
Maybe we're WWII-era Londoners.
Given the choice, I'd be Jack Harkness.
I'll be in the corner with Jack Harkness Steph.
I wa going to warn windsparrow not to put chamonile tea bags on her eye ( related to ragweed) but I got distracted by Jack harkness
Mmm, Jack Harkness.
Helping- I may need help bringing stuff to the brewery on Friday around 6ish.
Kay. You know I like lifting heavy things. And I promise to be more careful of the beer than I was of the Pimm's.
Thanks for the laundry.
In better news for the day, I'm wearing my new "Doctor Hoo" t-shirt today and it fits quite nicely.
Maybe we're WWII-era Londoners.
But then everybody lives just this once. That implies tomorrow might be different.