::delivers stirring eulogy::
Every planet has its own weird customs. About a year before we met, I spent six weeks on a moon where the principal form of recreation was juggling geese. My hand to God. Baby geese. Goslings. They were juggled.
Wash ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Spike's Bitches 38: Well, This Is Just...Neat.
[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.
DavidS - Dec 28, 2007 6:03:06 am PST #9996 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
DavidS - Dec 28, 2007 6:03:19 am PST #9997 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
::does soliloquy with skull::
DavidS - Dec 28, 2007 6:03:33 am PST #9998 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
::brings on the sin eater::
tommyrot - Dec 28, 2007 6:03:33 am PST #9999 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.
Dun dun dun....
DavidS - Dec 28, 2007 6:03:43 am PST #10000 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Sweet! Sweet delicious Ten Thousand!
In your face Rotten Tom.
tommyrot - Dec 28, 2007 6:03:44 am PST #10001 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.
Wow.
DXMachina - Dec 28, 2007 6:04:32 am PST #10002 of 10002
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
Well, Spike's Bitches 38 is just...over.
Still, if you head on over to Spike's Bitches 39, you can have a nice, hot cuppa tea and sometimes almost get shagged: