And not how big your sample size is?
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.
meara, I'm still bummed you're not in the background of any of my pictures from that party.
Mom is preparing to evacuate. I'm still anxious on her behalf, especially as chances are she will lose phone service.
evacuation~ma, mother-of-Anne
Pfft. Having grown up in South Florida where Hurricane parties were common, I think that's a perfectly sane response.
Ditto.
Blllrgh. Why do I always forget how awful color stripper smells? (I'm prepping for bleaching some streaks in my hair, hence color stripper.)
kitty~ma, smonster & roommate. Go home, kitten! It's where the food is!
"color stripper" - I had no idea what that meant until the parens.
I just figured you went to a bad club.
I just figured you went to a bad club.
Ahahahaha! No. All to do with wacky hair chemicals.
I wonder how many rounds of bleach I'm going to have to do to get the streaks close to white?
Dear smonster & roommate's kitten: GO HOME. You want to stay with Frankie!
Kitten~ma, come on baby, come back where you are loved.