I got Joe DiMeowgio!
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.
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I lured in Ramses with the pyramid tent, but Joe di Meowgio won't come near my baseball.
I think it worked!
I think I don't see Joe Dimeowgio very much because Sunny always has the baseball.
Do you think I will ever feel secure enough that I can read about someone else's major job(Not, even, like my dream, not like Chris Hayes' job) without hearing a voice in my head all "Maybe you could have done that...if you weren't, like, defective!" and not just about my heart's desire. Which is the fucked up part really. It really does suck that I don't have many choices, but even if I did, nobody gets to do *everything*, right?
Bitches, I'm so tired, tonight. Scott was in San Jose, CA, this week. He is home now, but I always have a hard time falling asleep, when he is not home. Now I'm like an overtired, squalling infant.
And that is WITHOUT THE DIONNE WARWICK EARWORM (which is totally pernicious).
(Seriously, monkey, my head is still all, "I have lots of friends in San Jose...")
(Oh, c'mon, Hec, you know you have something to say.)
Edited to make Teppy look totally delusional!
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(I just had to close your parenthetical there, Cindy. I HAD TO.)
And I get you -- I don't sleep well when Tim is home. Even if he's just camping for 1 night.
Well at least he is back now, proving he knows the way FROM San Jose.