Jenny ,'Bring On The Night'
[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.
...then he does the whole pouty "I'm an Evil Peacekeeper" thing with his eyes and mouth, and the fakey fakey Peacekeeper accent, and he gets all stompy stompy and Jilli is, I'm sure, chasing her eyes across the floor because they've rolled right out of her head.
I'm like this at Club V, too. Certain Specific Guys apparently make my face to amusing things, because Jilli snickers, then slaps my hand (hard! with her hand covered in heavy metal rings OW!Yay!Ow!)
Boys. I mean MEN. Gah.
A: Michael Jackson is the one who looks like a white zombie lady because of a skin infection that rotted his face off
You saying she's wrong?
What? I said it!
It's so true.
You saying she's wrong?
Not at all. But still... if this is what she works up for idle dinner chitchat, I fear for her dates in the next five/six years. Provided her father lets her date before she's thirty or so.
Bert and Ernie? Mine are Starbuck and Boomer. My sis wins, though, with Thelma and Louise.
Shock and awe here. Named by a guy who seemed sincerely scared of them.
Note to self: Stop trimming the hedges before your arms get so shaky you can't hold a water bottle.
Yes, this is me typing with my arms' weight completely supported by the keyboard.
Anyhow, he kind of needs to be observed in motion. And in leather.
True, and can be said for many people.
Ginger, that is unreal. Was the assistant a relative imposed upon the doctor? That is outrageous and dangerous.
considers naming breasts
Oh Andi, you are gonna be sore tomorrow!
I can haz ibuprofen and acetaminaphen cocktail?
For be it for *me* to require that an entire extant community modify its social norms to accommodate my personal foibles. (JILLI HUSH)
I said nothing.
I'm like this at Club V, too. Certain Specific Guys apparently make my face to amusing things, because Jilli snickers, then slaps my hand (hard! with her hand covered in heavy metal rings OW!Yay!Ow!)
Hey! That's the long-standing Arrangement. I think it's written into the contract. I smack your hand, thus keeping you from chasing straight boys.
I wonder if I can talk Pete into watching a couple eps of True Blood tonight. A friend loaned us season 1. Yes, I know, the show is kinda dippy. So are the books. But ... vampires! I am in the need of silly eye candy!
Was the assistant a relative imposed upon the doctor? That is outrageous and dangerous.
It's a big HMO, so I doubt it. I was so close to saying that I was sure that in this economy she could be replaced quickly with a person with an IQ. I guess I should write a letter.