Insentipoo, Sail.
'Harm's Way'
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.
Fred, excellent result~ma to you.
So, um, hi.
I've been here, swears. Just one of my periodic bouts of inarticulate.
the part about 5 gal of vaseline that kept me awake thinking about it...is how HEAVY that must be. Seriously, that stuff is not feather light and 5 GALLONS? ugh. Ya gotta be serious to heft that around.
Oh guys, I'm a'skeered in a big way right now. My mother just called, cackling, to inform me that she already has my birthday present. The fact that she was cackling was terrifying enough but then she uttered the immortal words: "You're going to LOVE it!" That raised one red flag. She then followed up with: "It's something you'd NEVER in a million years expect!" (WARNING: DANGER WILL ROBINSON, DANGER!)
When I relayed the conversation to the familia, even the teenagers had the good sense to look scared.
Why can't the woman just give gift certificates to stores of my choosing?
::sigh::
Maybe it's a pony. You never expect ponies, right?
"It's something you'd NEVER in a million years expect!"
Oooh, I bet it's a creepy human-faced cat thing! (Who has that now? And what was it named?)
Oh you're in big trouble.
When does it arrive? (I need to know so I can be sure to have popcorn on hand. Or maybe shots.)
Belinda!
Ack, Belinda! Yes!
You're getting a Belinda!