With that Scots accent of his, I'd have to M-Tennant and C-cabbage. I've never seen Browder, so I'm assuming he's goodlooking and F-able.
Um, well, we listened to aggressively cheerful music sung by people chosen for their ability to dance. Then we ate cookie dough, and talked about boys.
Giles ,'Get It Done'
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.
Kathy A - Jul 01, 2009 1:52:30 pm PDT #14880 of 30000
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil
Dana - Jul 01, 2009 1:53:41 pm PDT #14881 of 30000
I haven't trusted science since I saw the film "Flubber."
I've never seen Browder
What? WHAT?
Nora Deirdre - Jul 01, 2009 1:53:44 pm PDT #14882 of 30000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
I've never seen Browder, so I'm assuming he's goodlooking and F-able.
Dude. WHUT. Someone show her a picture of Crichton for gods sake!
Dana - Jul 01, 2009 1:56:03 pm PDT #14883 of 30000
I haven't trusted science since I saw the film "Flubber."
Kathy A - Jul 01, 2009 1:58:51 pm PDT #14884 of 30000
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil
Nice bod, but the face is rather generic pretty boy. IMO.
Kathy A - Jul 01, 2009 1:59:16 pm PDT #14885 of 30000
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil
But then, I've never seen the show he was on.
Dana - Jul 01, 2009 1:59:29 pm PDT #14886 of 30000
I haven't trusted science since I saw the film "Flubber."
t dies of sadness
t goes to find video clips
Dana - Jul 01, 2009 2:02:29 pm PDT #14887 of 30000
I haven't trusted science since I saw the film "Flubber."
Steph L. - Jul 01, 2009 2:03:02 pm PDT #14888 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Oh, Ben Browder. How can one man have so much of the HOTT?
Steph L. - Jul 01, 2009 2:03:40 pm PDT #14889 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
the face is rather generic pretty boy. IMO.
t joins Dana in being dead of sadness