I'm keeping the letter. It's so deliciously bad, no one would believe me.
Don't belong. Dangerous, like you. Can't be controlled. Can't be trusted. Everyone could just go on without me and not have to worry. People could be what they wanted to be. Could be with the people they wanted. Live simple. No secrets.
River ,'Objects In Space'
Spike's Bitches 21 Gunn Salute
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
DCJensen - Feb 08, 2005 2:55:37 pm PST #9821 of 10002
All is well that ends in pizza.
DCJensen - Feb 08, 2005 2:59:19 pm PST #9822 of 10002
All is well that ends in pizza.
ROFL! It's been around before....
DCJensen - Feb 08, 2005 3:07:20 pm PST #9823 of 10002
All is well that ends in pizza.
tommyrot - Feb 08, 2005 3:09:02 pm PST #9824 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Is that real? or Photoshopped?
DCJensen - Feb 08, 2005 3:10:14 pm PST #9825 of 10002
All is well that ends in pizza.
Who knows? It's cute.
tommyrot - Feb 08, 2005 3:12:39 pm PST #9826 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Who knows? It's cute.
But I must know if a bunny would sit still with a pancake on its head.
DCJensen - Feb 08, 2005 3:15:28 pm PST #9827 of 10002
All is well that ends in pizza.
Bunnies are very dim patient.
Anne W. - Feb 08, 2005 3:15:51 pm PST #9828 of 10002
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
I locked my keys in the car with the engine running.
This has not been my day.
brenda m - Feb 08, 2005 3:16:10 pm PST #9829 of 10002
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
The shadow looks right.
brenda m - Feb 08, 2005 3:21:36 pm PST #9830 of 10002
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Oh no, Anne.