Riley: Maybe I should just let you rest. Buffy: You sure? I bet if you just lay down with me- Riley: Nothing you are about to say will lead to rest.

'Lessons'


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.


DavidS - Dec 08, 2015 4:57:04 pm PST #22659 of 30002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

And, as I told Cash, I'm doing a shot of Jack to seal it and make it so.

SA and I were chatting last night and she went to drink some whiskey in honor of Ginger and I suggested that would be even better with her tiara on. So she did.

I think we might need a Whiskey and Tiara toast to Ginger this week.


quester - Dec 08, 2015 5:01:17 pm PST #22660 of 30002
Danger is my middle name, only I spell it R. u. t. h. - Tina Belcher.

Thirded Aims.

I was a leash kid. My next younger sister is only 11 mos younger than me. In fact, from the 6th until the 28th we are the same age. Anyway, I was the kind of kid who started running the second I was on 2 feet. So, I got leashed for my own protection. that was 59 years ago.


Zenkitty - Dec 08, 2015 5:16:08 pm PST #22661 of 30002
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.

Now to come up with a proper snarky response for the other thing.

I swear, at least once, I would look at the leash, look at the kid, shriek a little, and cry, "Where'd my dog go?"

Co-signed, Aims. *hugs*

Yeah.

I just had a crying meltdown on the phone with my BFF. I never do that. I'm exhausted now. All the stuff that needs to get done tomorrow may have to do itself.


lisah - Dec 08, 2015 5:20:11 pm PST #22662 of 30002
Punishingly Intricate

I swear, at least once, I would look at the leash, look at the kid, shriek a little, and cry, "Where'd my dog go?"

Yes!


sj - Dec 08, 2015 5:21:06 pm PST #22663 of 30002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

No the other thing being the barely contained shock people seem to have every time they realize ltc is mine.

I'm sorry about the meltdown, Zen. About everything.

If the Enpress declares it. It must be so.


Laura - Dec 08, 2015 5:29:34 pm PST #22664 of 30002
Our wings are not tired.

No the other thing being the barely contained shock people seem to have every time they realize ltc is mine.

That just blows my mind. Seriously, I have experienced shock at SOME people becoming parents, but ltc hit the parental jackpot in my opinion.

I think we might need a Whiskey and Tiara toast to Ginger this week.

Not a whiskey drinker, but I could make an exception.

Yikes, time for me to go to bed now. I was up too late last night and I need my sleepy time. G'night Bitches.


Steph L. - Dec 08, 2015 5:32:42 pm PST #22665 of 30002
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

I think we might need a Whiskey and Tiara toast to Ginger this week.

I have some Wild Turkey 101 just waiting for a reason to drink it. And I have not only my tiara, but also the bunny ears from the picture that's been propagating on FB.


Zenkitty - Dec 08, 2015 5:39:33 pm PST #22666 of 30002
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.

No the other thing being the barely contained shock people seem to have every time they realize ltc is mine.

wtf


JZ - Dec 08, 2015 5:51:15 pm PST #22667 of 30002
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

No the other thing being the barely contained shock people seem to have every time they realize ltc is mine.

wtf

Yes this what? how? what?


Topic!Cindy - Dec 08, 2015 6:05:50 pm PST #22668 of 30002
What is even happening?

I totally should have had a leash after having three babies in three years and four months.

Say it with me, now: it was white, and square, and looked like a tooth, but wasn't a tooth, so I ate it.

Rest in the most peaceful peace, Ginger. You were a true friend to me when I was at my most down and out. May you find wings to whatever kingdom you want to find, with or without shrimp. Love you, dear.