Fortuntely, the answer to both quesitons is the same. "Sucks to be you. Click."
Or in a just world it would be, at any rate.
[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.
Fortuntely, the answer to both quesitons is the same. "Sucks to be you. Click."
Or in a just world it would be, at any rate.
Nether Limbs. Hee.
No no - I'll adapt *hand staple forehead*. For be it for *me* to require that an entire extant community modify its social norms to accommodate my personal foibles. (JILLI HUSH)
Tennant - notsomuch. I love his Doctor only less than Tom Baker's, and only slightly more than Eccleston's.
I give you, instead: Ben Browder. Rawr.
Can't type more. At work. Wish to keep job. *waggles eyebrows suggestively however*
I give you, instead: Ben Browder. Rawr.
This, I can work with.
I like the way you think, StuntHusband.
hee! one of us! one of us! (if there was any doubt)
Ben Browder can put up shower curtains for me, any day.
Also, I bet he would be a dab hand at reaching things on high shelves.
I give you, instead: Ben Browder. Rawr.
Why is this an either/or situation? I say Both!
Why is this an either/or situation? I say Both!
Srsly! I sense a FCM coming on.
FCM: David Tennant, Ben Browder, a head of cabbage
Oy - too much time with SA talking NeuKirk/Spock. Suddenly I'm having flashes of Tennant/Browder, and no matter who looks better dressed in Peacekeeper Black Leather (nom), I'm quite certain I know who actually keeps the handcuff keys in his pocketses, right next to the sonic screwdriver.
MUST STOP TYPING AT WORK.
Oy.