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Did my boobs kill the thread? Bad Starbuck, bad Boomer.
Help, I've run out of internets!
[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.
t crickets
Did my boobs kill the thread? Bad Starbuck, bad Boomer.
Help, I've run out of internets!
Bad Starbuck, bad Boomer.
(snerk)
Yes, yes they are. Bad, that is. NO NOT YOUR BOOBS.
Wait - why am *I* talking about someone's boobs?
Jilli? What's happening?
Smonster's Starbuck and Boomer surely did not kill the thread. No doubt people are lost in thought.
There's something in the air in Bitches, Stunt Husband.
And Bitches claims another one. Bwah ha hah!
Jilli? What's happening?
Welcome to bitches.
No doubt people are lost in thought.
Or in their bunks.
Considering my last roommate situation (with a friend named Wendy) had a wireless network with the SSID of "Wendy's House O' Bitches", this isn't terribly surprising.
But. Still.
A WOMAN'S ANATOMY. My faux-Victorian sensibilities are SHOCKED.
SHOCKED I TELL YOU.
See those capitals? My sensibilities are up in arms!
No doubt people are lost in thought.
in their bunks.
This is the same thread that makes me lust after David Tenant. Bitches does strange things to a person's sexual orientation. It's like a fake magnetic north for the libido.