I've never seen the Big Lebowski
Me either.
Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I've never seen the Big Lebowski
Me either.
Me either.
Me either!
Ha, we should arrange a virtual viewing party or something.
Why would you deprive yourself of so much amusement and Sam Elliott? And Philip Seymour Hoffman!
There's bowling, Nihilism and production numbers. Sometimes all at the same time.
((windsparrow)) poor Sammie cat. Sending many hugs from a fellow cat lover.
((Katerina Bee))
WS, I am so sorry. {{}} if wanted.
WindSparrow, I am so very sorry. Sammie could not have had more loving and caring parents. So many hugs.
It's always awful to lose one of my furry friends, but it feels pretty good when I stop grieving enough to treasure my memories.
Being a cat person means I absolutely never wanted to be a vampire doomed to outlive those I love.