I have my childhood trolls that I'm planning on putting on eBay, although some are in need of Rogaine from excessive hair grooming. I have a troll in colonial garb from Williamsburg.
'Ariel'
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[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.
Protip: the way to his heart is Bulleit bourbon.
Like I needed another reason to love Donald Glover.
Louis XIV did not care, given that he was about to have night with Calli.
*blushes* D'awwwww.
As an antidote to the craziness, a story about a 14-year-old who rescued a kid who fell into a sewer: [link]
Self-medicating with a triple-cheese melt of Brie, Havarti, and cheddar on pan de mie, whatever the hell that is.
Can you send some of through the intertubes, P-C? It speaks to my Wisconsin heart.
cheeseinatubes
Also self-medicating with Howling Bells, Lorde, and my Aural Valium (tm Teppy) Pandora station. I don't know how people deal without music.
I feel like Being an Emotionally Stable Adult is a full-time job.
I feel like Being an Emotionally Stable Adult is a full-time job.
Oh, man, totally.
Pan de mie? No idea, but I like the plan. I am having TJ's four cheese and spinach tortellini, while taking a break from work so I do not actually reply "no fuck you bitch that's exactly what I did and you are incompetent"