Oh, boy, erika... I can't even (finish this sentence.)
I feel we of Bitches might be glad of more P.E.N.I.S. [link] in this world.
[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.
Oh, boy, erika... I can't even (finish this sentence.)
I feel we of Bitches might be glad of more P.E.N.I.S. [link] in this world.
Well, it's sort of funny now...just not good advice, or anything. I don't know what they were thinking...I've already done the whole not-smart-enough-for-me, don't tell my friends, make out in the laundry room thing(which, as a bunch of ostentatious Christians, they're not supposed to favor anyway.) So, what? I cross town to be Helen Crump of the 21st century? Pass. The truth is, I have plenty of wholesome amusements...it's the less-wholesome ones I'm lacking. But a social worker would never understand this, unless Anthony Bourdain's CNN show takes a *radical* turn...whoo, accessible Amsterdam!(I'd watch it, if I didn't get to be on it.) But I've done most of the acceptable crip activities(that aren't super-jock-y and need me to find sponsors and equipment, that is) Most of it does not turn my crank without a friend to be all "Can you 8believe* these losers?"
Yeah, group activities are so laden with that urgent requirement to be earnest all the time. No snark, no fun.
it is 90 degrees outside and I have a fucking cold. Grrr.
Anne, I'm so sorry.
Oh, Anne, I'm sorry. Hard to imagine you without Jeeves.
I'm sorry, Anne.
Anne, I am so sorry for your loss.
I'm so sorry, Anne. It's never easy to let them go, even when it's the right thing to do.
I'm so sorry Anne. I know how hard it is to let a special companion like Jeeves go.