Taz-ma. From yesterday, I love dill and that Greek yogurt sauce I can't spell. Yum! "Culture of excellence" really? That's why I hate mission statements.(Not the only reason; some of it is hating people that love mission statements.) I think excellence is like pornography...you know it when you see it.
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.
I think excellence is like pornography...you know it when you see it.
ericka, can I tag? That is awesome!
Pee~ma for Taz!
I keep replaying large chunks of the conversation, wondering if I overplayed and/or undersold myself.
Naw, I can tell from how they reacted to you that it was pitch perfect.
Get pissy, Taz!
Come home, Sass.
Kato, you just keep rocking in the free world.
Taz be good, Taz be great, Taz crouch down and u-rin-ate!
Taz be good, Taz be great, Taz crouch down and u-rin-ate!
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GooooOO TAZ!
eta: feh. I can't remember how to make pompom hands, but Scrappy's post inspired my inner cheerleader.
I never knew how to make pompom hands. I can only woo
woo! \\o/ woo!
Go Taz Go!
Thanks, Sail, sure, if you want.
nope
I've never wished so hard for cat pee.
Come on, Taz!
And Nora, don't beat yourself up. Cats are very, very good at hiding it when they're sick.