Then it might be worth skipping the heavy duty stuff
Mal ,'Bushwhacked'
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.
::considers how much it would make Jilli's head explode if Princess Tickybox learned to speak Sindarin.::
STOP. THAT.
Uh-oh - is the teleporter malfunctioning again and duplicating people instead of transporting them? I thought MM and Clovis were going to sort that out...
No, Clovis and I figured out that MM and SH would end up in a giant I AM THE BETTER EVIL OVERLORD dance-off or something, thus leaving myself and the Devilbunny room to get on with our plans.
My mother is all worried about what I'm going to eat in Maine. She somehow thinks that, although I manage to feed myself the entire rest of the year, I'm going to starve from lack of vegan food in Maine, even though we will be renting a house with a kitchen which is within walking distance of a tiny grocery store and easy driving distance of a few supermarkets at at least two health food stores. I've also pointed out to her the vegan items on the menus of nearly all the restaurants we usually go to.
I AM THE BETTER EVIL OVERLORD dance-off
We need to film that and show it every, oh let's say Arbor Day.
Good luck with the painkiller skippage, Hil. Sucks that you have to make that choice.
STOP. THAT.
JUST THINK WHAT IT WOULD DO FOR HER COLLEGE DATING PROSPECTS.
::contemplates the son or daughter in law candidate who'd be all over that::
I mean, it beats muscle cars and heavy metal.
OK, I'm not normally all into baseball, or into slashing our President, but...the slog pointed out this picture from the White House flickr stream, and I had to admit, it made me go "oooh. PRETTY. and...oooh."
In yet another "How am I related to these people?" conversation, I was telling my dad about Farm Sanctuary. He asked if the animals get along with each other, or if any of them ever decide that another one looks like lunch.
FARM animals. Cows, pigs, chickens, turkeys, goats, sheep, and so on. No carnivores among them.
(My sister definitely inherited this complete obliviousness to all things animal-related. She has several times looked at a cow and thought it was a horse.)
JUST THINK WHAT IT WOULD DO FOR HER COLLEGE DATING PROSPECTS.
I AM, GODDAMMIT.
I mean, it beats muscle cars and heavy metal.
Hey! It worked ... okay, wait, no, it didn't work for some of us. VampiresGoths and gaming geeks are the way to go for dating prospects.
I mean, it beats muscle cars and heavy metal.
Sindarin is better than a bass?
I can see that.
At least it'll be a more interesting variety of someone who is in no way good enough for our Ticky.
My mother is all worried about what I'm going to eat in Maine.
I've always found that the lobster was optional, not required. Maybe explain salads to her again? And pasta. And ... you know everything you actually already eat on a daily basis?
JUST THINK WHAT IT WOULD DO FOR HER COLLEGE DATING PROSPECTS.
I AM, GODDAMMIT.
I don't know if this would be any less funny if I weren't *hearing* it so clearly but I am dying laughing right now.