Willow ,'The Killer In Me'
[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.
You have got to start making shit up to feed this dude. Isn't tonight Erev Yom ha-Topramen? Are we not in the month of Nissin?
snerk.
He's doing some research work with a professor who's Orthodox. Whenever I don't have an answer to one of his questions, he says, "That's OK, I'll ask (professor)."
I can't even begin to unpack the many many layers of authority weirdness in that one. Or rather, I can, but it's really depressing.
I'm ... not quite sure how I feel about this. [link]
When about 100 Jews gather in Brooklyn on April 5 for a pre-Passover Seder, they will pay homage to their enslaved ancestors not with the traditional sinus-clearing horseradish, but by spanking each other with wands of chocolate licorice.
They will recount the story of Passover with a liberal dose of double entendre; they will break from the Haggadah reading to play a grown-up version of show-and-tell, in which guests showcase their “most-treasured kinky item” — be it a restraint, a whip or a pair of spiked heels; and they will sing a sex-positive version of “Dayenu,” with lyrics like, “If she only dressed in leather/Bright and shiny patent leather/If she only dressed in leather/Dayenu.”
Really, I can just double.park. Express Bitchslap at your service.
I say you should take up this offer.
Vote early, vote often. Vote Steph's hair.
Takes hostages. Many, many hostages. Some are never heard from again.
(Aims, it gets too big and tangly and unruly to be considered anything other than domineering.)
I know my hair is too long when I lay on it in bed and can't get up.
Oh, crap, 2009. {{{all y'all whose loved ones are falling apart}}}
Sending peaceful thoughts your dad's way, David. I'm sorry.
Am I the only one who snerked at the Royal desciption of the Queen/First Lady hug as "mutual reach around"???
t /12yo
A little levity that I hope is not out of place.
Tonight, I was combing Emeline's hair after her shower. She was facing me and looking down. Pretty much down my shirt that is pretty low cut. She says, "Mommy, I like your boobs!" and poked each one saying, "Boing! Boing!"