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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.
That is a great story, Steph.
My mother just saw Julie and Julia and now she wants to make Boeuf Bourguignon for Rosh Hashanah. She asked everyone in the family if it would be OK if she made that instead of brisket. I was the sole dissenting vote. While I don't keep kosher, I still kind of think that Rosh Hashanah dinner shouldn't have bacon in it, or beef cooked in butter. It seems like I may have gotten my way on the vegan matzo balls, though. I have no idea how I could win the fight to put tofu into matzo balls and lose the fight to keep pork off the holiday table.
Or damage, or stairs, kitchen, or at the top, or you can mix or other problems? Share a smoke, and reach for a leg of hope, please understand the joke. Language in my mouth, please take a trip to learn the language of the word brainwashing. Magic words, fail on all awards. All I can say is, my thighs.
Here they are, still dancing after all the other couples sat down: [link]
All I can say is, my thighs.
Laga, you're on a Femmes kick tonight.
My third instant equilibrium:
Life, I love you. All is groovy.