Harmony ,'First Date'
[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.
I am licking my forearms now.
Go soak down a t-shirt, put that on, and then stand in front of the fan. That's what I've been doing.
JUST before I reopened this page, I soaked the MFW (that is uncleverly v-necked now which is why I have a backup) and am in front of the fan. Your brain control, she is working. And helping.
please refrain from discussing my clever plans on the Internet, with an audience.
pfft, whatever. Like people haven't guessed your plans, boss. But no, that rule doesn't need to be bumped any higher up the list.
red kangaroos
Jilli! Hire one immediately! I will make this one Viceroy of the Atmosphere, responsible for maintaining my cool!
Jilli! Hire one immediately!
But that means paperwork. It's too hot for paperwork.
Sits back, enjoying the Jilli and StuntHusband Show.
Pops popcorn, remembers that I'm trying to avoid empty calories, and eats blueberries instead.
Nearly called 'em clueberries. But I try to save those for people who really need them.
But that means paperwork. It's too hot for paperwork.
Didn't you tell me - YEARS ago - that you had invented things called "computers"? I mean, I paid you to get some for the Cabal. Aren't they...oh, "labor-saving devices"? Why you insisted we dispose of my much-cheaper-to-procure zombie slaves, I'll never know.
Get these computer-things to do the paperwork for you; that's why you invented them with HANDS, isn't it?
clueberries
Oh, I so need several bushels of these - both to consume on days like today (still smarting from the Link Fiasco earlier), and to hurl at drivers who almost knock me down when I'm legally crossing the street less than a block from my home.
I am licking my forearms now.
hee hee! So did I. I think it's drizzling outside. I'm going to go pull some weeds.
Why you insisted we dispose of my much-cheaper-to-procure zombie slaves, I'll never know.
Because it was either get rid of them, or try to renegotiate for a larger discount from the Febreeze people. The zombies were STINKY. Worse than Loyal Toadie.
Get these computer-things to do the paperwork for you; that's why you invented them with HANDS, isn't it?
I thought the computer-things were for fic ...?
I think I need to finish my space rocket; space is nice and chilly, right?
Um, only in the shade. In the sunlight, space is char-you-to-a-cinder hot.
I only freeze air in my freezer.
Then store some clothes in there during the heatwave