I can combine Hil and Gud's posts and tell my blender story!
Yes. Men like sports. Men watch the action movie, they eat of the beef, and enjoy to look at the bosoms. A thousand years of avenging our wrongs and that's all you've learned?
Xander ,'End of Days'
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.
Lee - Aug 11, 2009 2:47:35 pm PDT #19400 of 30000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
javachik - Aug 11, 2009 2:49:53 pm PDT #19401 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.
When I was a kid, I stayed every summer with a family who to this day are my real family (the Bradsberrys). They lived on a sprawling, run down farm in Humboldt Co. Every summer (and only then) I managed to do something that landed me in the E.R. One time in the barn, I stepped on a 3 inch nail that was sticking out of a plank and it went straight up through the sole of my foot with the tip of the nail sticking out of the top of my shoe. Another time I grabbed a cookie sheet out of the oven with both hands. Um, let me just say that we had to take the cookie pan with us to the hospital because we couldn't separate it from my hands. Yeahhhhhh.... And then another time we were horsing around on the pull-out couch and my "sisters" pulled me up by both legs and my head landed on the piano keys. We kept playing until we realized that a piano key was embedded in my forehead. Now that's a good scar. 27 stitches and my eyebrow over my left eye still won't grow in properly.
But I loved staying with the Bradsberrys, wounds and all.
aurelia - Aug 11, 2009 2:55:22 pm PDT #19402 of 30000
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
I can combine Hil and Gud's posts and tell my blender story!
Oooh, and my lawnmower story!
I stepped on a 3 inch nail that was sticking out of a plank
Over the course of one summer, my brother was one nail short of a stigmata.
Lee - Aug 11, 2009 2:56:33 pm PDT #19403 of 30000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
\\o/
Barb - Aug 11, 2009 2:59:35 pm PDT #19404 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
::whimpers::
javachik - Aug 11, 2009 3:01:20 pm PDT #19405 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.
Over the course of one summer, my brother was one nail short of a stigmata.
Wow!!! What happened? Or is it too gruesome?
aurelia - Aug 11, 2009 3:04:28 pm PDT #19406 of 30000
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
Two separate incidents of stepping on nails and once falling and catching a nail in the palm. The bad luck of an active boy.
javachik - Aug 11, 2009 3:07:31 pm PDT #19407 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.
Yeee-ouch!
JZ - Aug 11, 2009 3:07:41 pm PDT #19408 of 30000
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
As Buffista injuries go, the piano key in your forehead may be even more awesome than Erin stabbing herself in the ass with her own knife. Plus, Spike-like eyebrow scar!
OTOH, I can't decide whether to cuddle your child self with the cookie pan, or to run away and never stop screaming.
javachik - Aug 11, 2009 3:09:22 pm PDT #19409 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.
LOL, JZ! Everyone was pretty much horrified. I was in shock so pretty much had to be told later what happened. I DO remember one of the sisters running to the fridge to get a stick of butter(!) because she thought it would help separate my hands...
It didn't. But it sizzled up real nice.