I couldn't believe it the first twenty times you told us, but it's starting to sink in now.

Riley ,'Lessons'


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.


smonster - Jul 09, 2012 4:11:42 pm PDT #16753 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

Since we've been talking about awesome Christians... Episcopals rock the house. [link]


smonster - Jul 09, 2012 4:12:12 pm PDT #16754 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

I want to punch someone. Which is, I think, the appropriate response to most things rugbyish?

As long as the ref isn't looking.


billytea - Jul 09, 2012 4:15:46 pm PDT #16755 of 30001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

I want to punch someone. Which is, I think, the appropriate response to most things rugbyish?

Feh. Whatever happened to the time-honoured tradition of putting the boot in?


Strix - Jul 09, 2012 4:31:21 pm PDT #16756 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

Do I even want to know?!


Strix - Jul 09, 2012 4:53:02 pm PDT #16757 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

DAYUM, rugby broke the board!


smonster - Jul 09, 2012 5:28:42 pm PDT #16758 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

I think I had already sprained it with Cute Animals Bad Dates.

I am so having a "Lie to Me" kind of day. I keep reminding myself that pain and PMS and fatigue make me very vulnerable to feeling low, but it's not really helping. Flexeril and bed, pronto.

Also, Strix, pretty sure it just means kicking someone.


sj - Jul 09, 2012 6:02:06 pm PDT #16759 of 30001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

I am so having a "Lie to Me" kind of day. I keep reminding myself that pain and PMS and fatigue make me very vulnerable to feeling low, but it's not really helping. Flexeril and bed, pronto.

smonster is me today except I don't have flexeril and can't sleep.


Vortex - Jul 09, 2012 6:36:42 pm PDT #16760 of 30001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

So, if I were to have some leftover stuff from my accident, let's say it rhymes with schmexeril, and I were to want to mail that somewhere, oh, for example, New Orleans, what would be the best way to do that?


Strix - Jul 09, 2012 6:40:05 pm PDT #16761 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

Put them in a tin of Altoids, put the tin in a box with a cheesy looking cheap stuffed animal and a religious tract and put a "Jesus loves you!" card in the whole mess.


Vortex - Jul 09, 2012 6:40:41 pm PDT #16762 of 30001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

Altoids tin! Had not thought of that!