Do I even want to know?!
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.
DAYUM, rugby broke the board!
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.
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.
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?
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.
Altoids tin! Had not thought of that!
You can also stuff 'em in a bag of loose tea or some coffee, as long as the packaging is opaque, but Altoids is better. Or, in certain cases, a box of Tic-Tacs.
I'm a wire fan...our packages are...different. Cause I was all thinking wheel wells and stuffed animals and shit.
DAYUM, rugby broke the board!
All it wants now is a patch of grass to lay down on and a dog to lick its wounds.