Mardi Gras Indians: [link]
Kaylee ,'Serenity'
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.
Ah, ChiKat. I'm so sorry. Poor you. Poor Mickey.
sj, that is FANTASTIC news!
I am overjoyed for my little sister's new job! I am the motherfucking JOB WHISPERER! (I mean, her qualifications and inteviews abilties MAY have had something to do with it, but whatevs...) ;)
Chasing Indians
Is this a euphemism, or for real? (I don't know which I'd rather it be. Damn!)
Ain't no cute drunk girls chasing me, I tell you what.
Seriously, when I walked up to the pharmacy counter and said, "Hey my doc just had me do some lab work, we got the results, his instructions are to continue thyroid med at current dosage, have you guys received a refill order from him?" I did not mean, "You know what would be really great? Is if you refill a discontinued dosage level from 5 months ago."
Ain't no cute drunk girls chasing me, I tell you what.
I am slightly sad that I didn't check the ring finger of the cute little pharmacist who listened so politely (poor thing) to my complaint. And then I remembered that my best contribution to your tail getting chased is pom-pom waving, anyway. Clamping fingers together to prevent emoticon usage.
Thanks for the kind words, all. I am still sitting on a friend's couch snuggling her dog. I need to go home soon to shower and prep for auditions tonight. Part of me wants to be home, but I know it won't be home without Mickey.
Ain't no cute drunk girls chasing me, I tell you what.
You gots to get yourself to NOLA!
Ain't no cute drunk girls chasing me, I tell you what.
oh I laughed long and hard at this.
Maybe it's the feathers.
Speaking of feathers, some really lovely pictures here - [link]
eta: some serious boobage about 3/4 of the way down. Work alert.