Which one of you is Batman?
Oh! I know this one! 'Slaying entails certain sacrifices, blah blah blahbity blah, I'm so stuffy, gimme a scone.'
Buffy ,'Help'
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.
Polter-Cow - Aug 03, 2012 2:07:45 pm PDT #18271 of 30001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
javachik - Aug 03, 2012 2:08:08 pm PDT #18272 of 30001
Our wings are not tired.
Yay! Is that the one who just got back from China? Have fun!
smonster - Aug 03, 2012 2:29:08 pm PDT #18273 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
It is, javachik.
Which one of you is Batman?
TBD.
erin_obscure - Aug 03, 2012 2:37:30 pm PDT #18274 of 30001
Occasionally I’m callous and strange
Just remember to always keep both feet inside the golf cart at all times. Hanging one out via Mark Maltby can get your foot broken like Dana DePaul.
billytea - Aug 03, 2012 3:37:32 pm PDT #18275 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.
Ryan informed us last night that he was Batman, and he catches naughty people. I don't even know where he came across Batman.
sj - Aug 03, 2012 3:39:29 pm PDT #18276 of 30001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Ryan informed us last night that he was Batman, and he catches naughty people. I don't even know where he came across Batman.
Is deadly cuteness his secret weapon.
omnis_audis - Aug 03, 2012 3:59:39 pm PDT #18277 of 30001
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
Ryan informed us last night that he was Batman, and he catches naughty people. I don't even know where he came across Batman.
May be best to lock the door at night with the Mrs.
Golf carts are FUN.
Yes, it can be. Except there aren't enough open stretches of road/pathway around here. All curves. All hills. And tons of ballisters to impede progress. But. Even with lack of power steering, it's a HELLUVA lot better than walking back and forth across campus.
This one is a loaner just for the few weeks of this shakes in the park thing. This unit is BEAT UP! you can see tons of yellow scraped paint where folks tried to squeak through the ballisters... from front to back... so they just kept going. Missing the passenger side mirror. the "hood" is barely on. Kinda reminds me of the Blues Brothers car as they pull up to pay the taxes.
IOmeN - ya know when your head feels like it has a headache, but it doesn't. And your stomach thinks it's queesey, but it's not? Yeah, that's what I seem to have today (happened BEFORE the golfcarting). I hope this doesn't mean I'm coming down with something.
billytea - Aug 03, 2012 4:07:30 pm PDT #18278 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.
Is deadly cuteness his secret weapon.
Yes! Except for the "secret" part.
sj - Aug 03, 2012 5:20:36 pm PDT #18279 of 30001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
P-C best of luck. I have no dating skills, so you'll get no advice from me.
I feel like I've been hit by a truck. I am hoping a good night's sleep will help.
beekaytee - Aug 03, 2012 5:26:27 pm PDT #18280 of 30001
Compassionately intolerant
Think about it from the POV of wanting to find out what these cool nerd women are like. Someone whose attitude is "I want to get to know you, Other Interesting Person," is WAY more appealing than "I want you to find me attractive!"
Tep has ALL the wise.
Having a goal like this reduces so much stress and can actually make the vent fun...which is a goal that often gets lost in the 'I have to be accepted/wanted/omgdon'tletmebedisfavorablyjudged' frenzy.
I like to enter into such things with as much cheerfulness as is available and, should things go wrong, remind myself..."In a hundred years, all new people." No songs or laments will immortalize my ignominy.
I applaud and support Scrappy's tonsorial recommendation.
P-C, for the first 26 years of my life, I parted my hair down the middle. I even actively dug into the 'crease' with a sharp comb to make sure the part stayed straight because 'I would never want anything else.'
Then, I got a radically different hairstyle for practical reasons. Hip-length hair would not have suffered living outside for 9 months well.
I think the less-blunt shape Scrappy linked would frame those gorgeous eyes of yours beautifully.
Is it wrong that my insidious thought in writing that was that changing from the style your parents gave you would be a terrific step in your burgeoning personhood? Okay, maybe it is a reach, but it DID cross mind.
On the other hand, I might have panicked if anyone suggested I cut off my flowing locks until I chose to do so. So, take it with a boulder of salt.