I do not discuss that with my mother, Trudy.
Do you discuss fuckweasels with her?
[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.
I do not discuss that with my mother, Trudy.
Do you discuss fuckweasels with her?
I do not discuss that with my mother, Trudy.
A wise policy. But how did you keep a straight face?
Chickens lay, people lie is my general rule.
Everybody lies.
Chickens are pathologically honest.
Joe lies when he cries.
My heart appears to have gone out of rhythm. I hate it when it does that.
The cake is a lay.
Chickens are pathologically honest.
Liar, only laying chickens never lie.
the lie/lay distinction
Ah. The classics.
Remember the BtVS ep where Giles is asking Cordy to lay down? ... t'was lost in translation, here.
Also, most people who watched the first round when BtVS aired here thinks the Master's name is Rose. Because of "the master rose" sentence.
I had a long day. I don't think I'll be ever able to ask things right at uni. People just don't get me.