ur right. calling now. dammit.
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Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[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.
ur right. calling now. dammit.
You can lie to him about how you got hurt! You can say you were saving a rare Medieval manuscript from a dumpster and somebody dropped the lid on you. He'd believe that.
curses! already told truth!
did tell him to tell story of how i slept in and drove 70 miles with broken arm, to instill fear of my badassery in ex.
did tell him to tell story of how i slept in and drove 70 miles with broken arm, to instill fear of my badassery in ex.
Good on you, making use of every strategic advantage you have. (And yes, I am happily smirking right now.)
did tell him to tell story of how i slept in and drove 70 miles with broken arm, to instill fear of my badassery in ex.
I'm sorry, Erin, but I can't award you badass points for waving your arms around and falling over and breaking a limb. I didn't take my broken elbow in for a week; that didn't make me a badass. It meant I was stupid.
We can't just go around handing these badass points around willy nilly. It demeans all the real badasses.
dude, i accept my dipshittery! she dont have to know...
Hey, Jilli, did I miss the sock hair report? How did it turn out?
S. once broke his hand and played the rest of the football game. He loves that story.
I really, truly did not think it was broken. i mean, it hurt, but i really thought it was just a sprain. I've had worse cramps.
she dont have to know...
That's true.