Sometime in July, I promised someone (Perkins?) a copy of the "Making of Me" John Barrowman DVD. I was looking for some stuff and just found it. So, either I didn't send it to Perkins, or I promised more than one and didn't send the other. If it's your DVD, can you send me an email? Otherwise, I'll toss it if no one else wants 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.
Oh, that was a great show! Great.
The fact that I think this is a perfect Christmas gift for The Boy is a testament to how weird our relationship is: LED angler fish.
I am not even a teeny tiny bit joking.
(Lest you forget: this is the fucked-up, all-true tale of the angler fish: [link]
That is kind of awesome.
That is fantastic. I trust he won't misconstrue the message as being "I only want you for your gonads".
I trust he won't misconstrue the message as being "I only want you for your gonads".
There are worse reasons to date.
depending on the gonads in question, of course
{{{spidra}}} I fear having nothing to offer but ~ma that a perfect housing solution miraculously appears allowing you to get out from under your parent's thumb. The situation just sounds worse and worse.
This. I'm sorry, sweetie.
Also, job~ma to smonster.
Peoples! I am speaking with you (Americans) from the future! It is Monday morning, and news is telling me that the world is still turning, and people are still pretty much themselves (read: stupid).
Am I an optimist to hope for a better future, wrt less stupid people?
Am I an optimist to hope for a better future, wrt less stupid people?
I might be a bad person, but people are bad.
People are people. And full of surprises. They are never as good or as bad as you expect.