It was a buck and two quarters.
I call that An Outfit. (funny in my head...hope it translates.)
My God if I had one would be more upset at how much I laughed at the missionaries getting themselves killed then anything else i've done, I think.
Now, I can hold a note for a long time...actually I can hold a note forever. But eventually that's just noise. It's the change we're listening for. The note coming after, and the one after that. That's what makes it music.
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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.
lisah - Feb 09, 2005 8:29:44 am PST #9949 of 10002
Punishingly Intricate
P.M. Marc - Feb 09, 2005 8:30:02 am PST #9950 of 10002
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
I wish I could be at F2f, but there is No Way again.
Yeah. Me too.
Topic!Cindy - Feb 09, 2005 8:30:15 am PST #9951 of 10002
What is even happening?
I never heard of that Passion and Purity book.
I have heard the story of Jim Elliot's life and death though, and Elisabeth Elliot's return to the mission field there. I think it was when I heard their story, that I begged God never to call me to the mission field.
DavidS - Feb 09, 2005 8:31:39 am PST #9952 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Why didn't I have more sex?
This is an important question, which we should all meditate on.
And then celebrate the Year of the Cock. Or if you're cock-averse, you can substitute as necessary.
DavidS - Feb 09, 2005 8:32:28 am PST #9953 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
I think 3-5 is a perfectly good sample size for such things.
Nuh-uh! Humans are far more variable than that.
ChiKat - Feb 09, 2005 8:34:39 am PST #9954 of 10002
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
sumi, much healing vibes to your friend's mother.
I am such a twelve year old. I keep giggling any time someone mentions the Year of the Cock.
hee hee hee hee
P.M. Marc - Feb 09, 2005 8:35:01 am PST #9955 of 10002
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Nuh-uh! Humans are far more variable than that.
You don't need all the variables to get the lay of the land of lay. (And really, that's 3-5 per gender, so no more than 10 total partners needed for research purposes.)
Gudanov - Feb 09, 2005 8:36:07 am PST #9956 of 10002
Coding and Sleeping
I was born in the Year of the Cock.
Steph L. - Feb 09, 2005 8:36:16 am PST #9957 of 10002
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
I think it was when I heard their story, that I begged God never to call me to the mission field.
My BF in the FAC told me we could never get married if God wasn't calling me to be a missionary in Russia. Not *just* a missionary, mind you; a missionary in Russia. Pretty damn specific, if you ask me.
Connie Neil - Feb 09, 2005 8:36:18 am PST #9958 of 10002
brillig
sumi, I well know the joy of the waiting room. Many vibes to those that wait.