We'll see. I don't see Tom going for this plan at all.
And I myself will be wearing pink taffeta as chenille would not go with my complexion.
Giles ,'Touched'
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.
Nora Deirdre - Oct 01, 2012 6:47:22 pm PDT #20913 of 30001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Lee - Oct 01, 2012 7:03:17 pm PDT #20914 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Though I shouldn't get greedy, since I get to see you in a little over a month.
Nora Deirdre - Oct 01, 2012 7:11:46 pm PDT #20915 of 30001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
The Tom is thawing! Lee and Javachick, insent.
Lee - Oct 01, 2012 7:15:57 pm PDT #20916 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
backflung!
javachik - Oct 01, 2012 7:51:35 pm PDT #20917 of 30001
Our wings are not tired.
Alas, Nora, I am on the East Coast this weekend! I am so bummed to miss you!!
javachik - Oct 01, 2012 9:56:58 pm PDT #20918 of 30001
Our wings are not tired.
So very relieved to hear the good Scrappy-momma news!!
Nora Deirdre - Oct 02, 2012 4:30:35 am PDT #20919 of 30001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Going to San Francisco, Bitches!!
brenda m - Oct 02, 2012 4:36:44 am PDT #20920 of 30001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Jealous!
sj - Oct 02, 2012 4:39:34 am PDT #20921 of 30001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Yay, Nora!
billytea - Oct 02, 2012 4:42:08 am PDT #20922 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.
Remember: flowers in your hair counts as carry-on luggage.