Buffista Island should have its own cinema industry. I think we need to invent the technology to turn dream footage into movies. Or should they just go straight to dvd?
Monty ,'Trash'
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.
Why not both?
Oy, woke up with a bad headache this morning. I have lots to do today, dammit. Hope the meds kick in at some point.
Oy, woke up with a bad headache this morning. I have lots to do today, dammit. Hope the meds kick in at some point.
Maybe you could leave your head at home and pick it up later when it feels better?
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Black Sheep Squadron, or something different?
Yup. As noted above, it got a name change when it went into syndication.
ION. I kinda wish I had house elves to bring me breakfast in bed. Dunno why, just feels like a good idea. Course, if I had house elves, they could also clean the place. How cool would that be?
Shir, I'd pay actual money to see your 'vampires that get killed by Coca Cola' movie.
Would something like these help, Seska?
Ooh. Grippy ones. Can't type with gloves on, even fingerless (manual dexterity not up to it), but those would be great for when I'm watching TV etc. I'll look for something like those on a UK site. Thanks!
Edited to insert pronouns. Because they help with the sense making.
We have made reservations for our wedding dinner and booked our JP! This wedding thing seems to be actually happening.
Seska, I just saw a friend the other night who is living in the UK, and she was also complaining about how cold it has been there. She was a little overwhelmed with how hot it is here.
Typo and Shir, you should be shopping those scripts around. Ghouls are the new vampires! Coca-Cola is the new holy water!
I know someone who tells a story of meeting a ghoul F2F. He swears it's true. He's scrupulously honest, and I'd totally believe him if I believed in ghouls.
My father and not-stepmother are moving house in the near future. We've been discussing ways in which I can come and visit them in their temporary accommodation in the meantime, which isn't easy for me to access. In the course of the e-mail conversation, just now, he said: "We are taking your needs very carefully into account in our search for a home - have even considered installing a lift in some places."
Best. Dad. Ever. (But I should probably refrain from telling my 'it's only two flights of stairs' mother about this.)
I would pay real earth monies to see the film version of Typo Boy's dream.
I'm eating an enchirito with a fork and it feels so wrong. Why do I never remember the spork when I do carryout?