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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.

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Zenkitty - Jul 02, 2011 7:27:19 am PDT #24543 of 30000

Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.

I'm so sorry, sj. It always hurts to lose them, no matter what.

Steph, thanks for letting us see the other side of your FiL. It's got to be really hard for him.

smonster, St.Woot continues to show promise!

I am stuck in the house today, waiting for something that may not even happen. Frustrating. I left a note on my neighbor's door, for her catsitter to come over and give me the housekey, but the catsitter isn't even supposed to be coming by anymore, so it may be futile. If she doesn't, I don't know what I'll do - I can't get in the house to take care of the cats without the damn key, which the damn catsitter seems to have taken with her.

Scrappy - Jul 02, 2011 7:28:56 am PDT #24544 of 30000

Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

When Alibelle was dog and cat-sitting for us, she got locked out and we were glad she got a locksmith. After all, we wanted her inside to make sure our pets were okay.

Zenkitty - Jul 02, 2011 7:38:03 am PDT #24545 of 30000

Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.

How did she convince the locksmith to get her into a house where she didn't live?

Connie Neil - Jul 02, 2011 8:11:25 am PDT #24546 of 30000

brillig

We need to decide on a Feast Day of St. Woot and what he/she/it is saint of. Saint of parties? Saint of simple exuberance? That moment when forces join and one is simply forced to say "Woot!"

beekaytee - Jul 02, 2011 9:38:50 am PDT #24547 of 30000

Compassionately intolerant

Saint of simple exuberance?

I'm prepping my altar as we speak.

Woot!

::coughcough:: amen.

smonster - Jul 02, 2011 9:46:36 am PDT #24548 of 30000

We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

...have I mentioned that I love you people? A lot?

Zen, that is so frustrating. I hope she comes by, or your friend calls you back, or something! And yeah, the cats will likely be fine, just pissed.

Typo Boy - Jul 02, 2011 10:34:32 am PDT #24549 of 30000

Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.

sj sorry for your loss. And it is always too soon.

quester - Jul 02, 2011 10:37:47 am PDT #24550 of 30000

Danger is my middle name, only I spell it R. u. t. h. - Tina Belcher.

quester - Jul 02, 2011 10:38:34 am PDT #24551 of 30000

Danger is my middle name, only I spell it R. u. t. h. - Tina Belcher.

Saint of parties? Saint of simple exuberance? That moment when forces join and one is simply forced to say "Woot!"

Patron Saint of Hookers and Blow!

smonster - Jul 02, 2011 10:40:27 am PDT #24552 of 30000

We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

Dear lord, I hope he's not the patron saint of hookers and blow. That's not really what I'm looking for in a boyfriend.

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