Can't even shout, Can't even cry. The Gentlemen are coming by. Looking in windows, knocking on doors. They need to take seven, and they might take yours. Can't call to mom, can't say a word. You're gonna die screaming but you won't be heard.

Dream Girl ,'Bring On The Night'


Spike's Bitches 40: Buckle Up, Kids! Daddy's Puttin' the Hammer Down.  

[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.


Vortex - Apr 16, 2008 12:03:37 pm PDT #5035 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

Okay, so the red patent leather shoes would have been appropriate "wear to work" for the Vatican. I mean, Benny's wearing patent leather!


Ginger - Apr 16, 2008 12:15:08 pm PDT #5036 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

It's probably bad form to outshine the pope.


Toddson - Apr 16, 2008 12:25:17 pm PDT #5037 of 10001
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"

There was a thing in the paper about what the pope wears - the red shoes are supposed to represent the blood of martyrs. ew


SuziQ - Apr 16, 2008 12:35:46 pm PDT #5038 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

Well bless - an nothing to do with the pope.

The first of the "good-byes" are starting. One of the work committees, that I have been involved in for the last 15 years, wants to plan a good-bye lunch for me and another gal, who is moving to Southern California. The other gal is moving next month, so they want to do a joint thing soonish.

Accckkkkkk.


erikaj - Apr 16, 2008 1:29:30 pm PDT #5039 of 10001
"already on the kiss-cam with Karl Marx"-

Ok, I'm no longer fit for the mainstream interwebs. Because I've a new goomare-board, have made eight posts and got flagged for language already.I'm a special ed kind of special asshole.


§ ita § - Apr 16, 2008 2:30:45 pm PDT #5040 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

battered steel-toed Mary Jane Docs

::meep!::

And Tom, you're a doll for remembering. It's coming up on time to go through the searchy motions again.


P.M. Marc - Apr 16, 2008 2:46:25 pm PDT #5041 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

ita, what size are you? [link]

Not Docs, but steel toes and Mary Janes.


amych - Apr 16, 2008 2:48:05 pm PDT #5042 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

note to self: size 8 never works, no matter how much I tell myself they'll stretch just a little.


brenda m - Apr 16, 2008 2:49:05 pm PDT #5043 of 10001
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

There was a thing in the paper about what the pope wears - the red shoes are supposed to represent the blood of martyrs. ew

So he's standing in it?

I guess I just don't get how this all works.


Polter-Cow - Apr 16, 2008 2:54:19 pm PDT #5044 of 10001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!

Plei, I sent you an e-mail. Gmail hates me, so it may have gone into your spam filter. Just letting you know.