Old trusty soda machine. I push you for root beer, you give me Coke.

Willow ,'End of Days'


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.


Fred Pete - Jan 15, 2015 10:08:28 am PST #15600 of 30002
Ann, that's a ferret.

Interview~ma, Hil.


Connie Neil - Jan 15, 2015 10:12:59 am PST #15601 of 30002
brillig

And I have no doubt we are all still snarky perverts at heart!

I'm sure a sex toy conversation will break out before long.

I think more people are getting worried about their children finding the place.


Steph L. - Jan 15, 2015 10:17:53 am PST #15602 of 30002
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

I'm sure a sex toy conversation will break out before long.

Organizing *those* is a pain!

What? Me saying that was a foregone conclusion.

And, you know, they're not that difficult to organize.


Laura - Jan 15, 2015 10:22:23 am PST #15603 of 30002
Our wings are not tired.

Interview~ma, Hil.

I just got on here today. Work that has been neglected the last couple days needed to be dealt with. Didn't wanna.

Tonight I am actually going to venture out because a friend got a Lost game from somewhere and wants to get inebriated and play it with me tonight. Seems like a plan. There will likely be food too.


Callaluna - Jan 15, 2015 10:27:25 am PST #15604 of 30002

I think more people are getting worried about their children finding the place.

Ha! Exactly. Mine can't read yet, but it won't be long before she can.

And, you know, they're not that difficult to organize.

This, however, is already a problem. She can't read, but she can open drawers and cupboards like nobody's business. Nosy little git.


Laura - Jan 15, 2015 10:38:24 am PST #15605 of 30002
Our wings are not tired.

My boys were computer literate in the crib and have always known my passwords. I'd still bet anything that they have never been to the board despite knowing the name of such. They view me and any of my Buffista fellows as boring old people. And they have seen the F2F pictures!! They just are too busy with their own stuff to be interested in mine.

DH will read from time to time, because he knows quite a lot of you. It is super rare though because he doesn't want to intrude.


Connie Neil - Jan 15, 2015 10:42:31 am PST #15606 of 30002
brillig

Hubby always made sure to tell me he wouldn't come poking around here. He said he knew I needed my own place.


Steph L. - Jan 15, 2015 10:43:51 am PST #15607 of 30002
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

DH will read from time to time, because he knows quite a lot of you. It is super rare though because he doesn't want to intrude.

Tim finally joined FB this month, and I told him to brace for friend requests, and he would periodically yell from the other room, things like, "Two Connies sent me friend requests -- are they Buffistas?" Finally I said, "Look, if you don't know who they are, they're probably Buffistas."

And then the other day he yelled "Did you see David's new picture?" And I said, "Okay, now this is weird. You know stuff before *I* do."


Connie Neil - Jan 15, 2015 10:45:31 am PST #15608 of 30002
brillig

"Two Connies sent me friend requests -- are they Buffistas?"

When I see a friend request that has 60-70 common friends, I know it's a Buffista.


Shir - Jan 15, 2015 10:46:31 am PST #15609 of 30002
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".

My not-wallowing, apparently, involves dead turtles. Lemme 'splain.

I'm at a friend's place tonight. It's the first flesh-and-blood-and-in-person person I meet since I learned about ita's death and that actually understand this. I told her about ita, and then we started watching TV. I told her I want to see a dark comedy, maybe British. She suggested Black Books, which after an episode wasn't dark enough for my taste (or at all), so I went with one of my all time favourites, League of Gentlemen. It took three minutes for her to cringe and shout "too dark! too dark!".

And it was a wonderful hour on which I didn't have to pretend that everything's all right. And I could let go. And I could forget, and enjoy dark British comedy. My apologies to dead turtles.