Right. Piano. Because that's what we used to kill that big demon that one time. No, wait. That was a rocket launcher.

Xander ,'Touched'


Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.  

[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.


Ginger - Jun 23, 2009 1:43:57 pm PDT #13682 of 30000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

Thats high on the list of Things I Would Do If I Had Mad Cash.

My dream is to have enough money to call a PBS station during pledge week and ask "How much would it take for you to shut up?"

My animals have generally not kept me away, except for the period when The Feral Kid was playing bowling with pecans down a long hallway. Thwack. Skitter skitter. Thwack. Skitter skitter. Thud. The last was when she misjudged the end of the hall. Mr Peabody occasionally barks me awake at about 5 a.m., usually so he can go outside and drink from the outside water bowl, which has exactly the same water in it as the inside water bowl, unless it has extra added squirrel spit in it.


askye - Jun 23, 2009 1:49:24 pm PDT #13683 of 30000
Thrive to spite them

That sucks PC.

Remember my tale of my back up who has to sit at my desk and told me I smelled of cat box. I bought a travel size of Febreeze and sprayed the chair down. I was cleaning out my drawer and noticed the bottle was almost empty and at one of my breaks I had to go back in to my area and I saw her spraying the chair down heavily.

As if it still reeks and I still reek. She was out on business last week and I asked the person who was covering the desk and sitting in the chair if it smelled. She said no.

So I've decided that if I see her not sitting at my chair or covering it with plastic again I'm going to tell her that she and I need to have a meeting with my boss to discuss the situation and figure out how to resolve the problem. Because obviously it's an on going problem and it needs to be resolved.

Either that or she can buy her own Febreeze. I sniffed the chair and I swear all I could smell was Febreeze.


Ginger - Jun 23, 2009 1:52:23 pm PDT #13684 of 30000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

See, I'd prefer cat piss. I'm allergic to Febreeze.


JZ - Jun 23, 2009 2:00:33 pm PDT #13685 of 30000
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

She is seriously asking for a smiting.


Connie Neil - Jun 23, 2009 2:04:38 pm PDT #13686 of 30000
brillig

Swap chairs and see if she still says so. In fact, swap with her chair.


Barb - Jun 23, 2009 2:04:52 pm PDT #13687 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”

Dude, no kidding. I suppose no one has suggested to her that perhaps it's her cheapass perfume that reeks of cat piss?


beekaytee - Jun 23, 2009 2:44:17 pm PDT #13688 of 30000
Compassionately intolerant

Or let her do her freaky weird stuff and have the audacity to not take her seriously. THAT would really chap her ass.

cheapass perfume that reeks of cat piss?

SO likely the case. I think I've smelled that perfume.


sj - Jun 23, 2009 2:47:48 pm PDT #13689 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Askye's cow-worker needs a smiting.

TCG is feeling better, and we are slounging in front of the TV.


beth b - Jun 23, 2009 3:33:31 pm PDT #13690 of 30000
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

Ha. I just watched the last gothic charm school video. It so reminds me of the time we were in Charleston, SC.and we walked by the s art school. There were a bunch of students on the sidewalk. they were smoking and yes they were goths. the extreme southern polite 'excuse me" was just startling -- I was expecting more NYC


brenda m - Jun 23, 2009 3:38:05 pm PDT #13691 of 30000
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 my god, Laga. That sucks hard.