Spagbook

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Watch your arse, Waffle Iron.

You're in verrrry dangerous territory, here.

We don't call Nigel "The Dark Empress" for nothing, and something about "die screaming with your bones on the outside", and Luna treats men like the dirty, dirty whores they are, and then leaves them in the back alley behind the Indian joint on Federal Hill, with their thumbs tied together and their veins full of bad smack.

[EK WAFFLR]

Watch your arse, Waffle Iron.

You're in verrrry dangerous territory, here.

We don't call Nigel "The Dark Empress" for nothing, and something about "die screaming with your bones on the outside", and Luna treats men like the dirty, dirty whores they are, and then leaves them in the back alley behind the Indian joint on Federal Hill, with their thumbs tied together and their veins full of bad smack.

I'm ok with all of this.

[Triple Zero]

Cramulus and LMNO will attempt to murder him out of jealousy.

And Iptuous, too.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Watch your arse, Waffle Iron.

You're in verrrry dangerous territory, here.

We don't call Nigel "The Dark Empress" for nothing, and something about "die screaming with your bones on the outside", and Luna treats men like the dirty, dirty whores they are, and then leaves them in the back alley behind the Indian joint on Federal Hill, with their thumbs tied together and their veins full of bad smack.

I'm ok with all of this.

I think I like you, mister.  You're my kinda crazy.

[Jenne]

Ok, time for some Halloween pix from me, largish files, fair warning:

Yard decos:  My New Friend:  Fred the Zombie, emerging from the planter the old lady next door ran into this past April:




ME in my costume at my party (baby bump sorta visible, hair's a mess, it was the end of the night and I was ready for pj's but had someone take a pic on my iPhone for posterity):


THIS is for Stella, because she wanted to see my highlights:


and this is me looking pissed off b/c I suck at taking pix of myself:



Done.

[Luna]

Watch your arse, Waffle Iron.

You're in verrrry dangerous territory, here.

We don't call Nigel "The Dark Empress" for nothing, and something about "die screaming with your bones on the outside", and Luna treats men like the dirty, dirty whores they are, and then leaves them in the back alley behind the Indian joint on Federal Hill, with their thumbs tied together and their veins full of bad smack.

It was only the once.  Richter bitched about the smell.

They go right into the bay, now, adorned with cinder blocks and rubbed down with ghost chili vindaloo spices.  Two or three more, and I figure Cthulu will be awake, angry, and ready to take a dump the size of New Jersey.

Watch your arse, Waffle Iron.

You're in verrrry dangerous territory, here.

We don't call Nigel "The Dark Empress" for nothing, and something about "die screaming with your bones on the outside", and Luna treats men like the dirty, dirty whores they are, and then leaves them in the back alley behind the Indian joint on Federal Hill, with their thumbs tied together and their veins full of bad smack.

I'm ok with all of this.

Yeah.  We're keeping him.  Welcome aboard.

[Jenne]

Ugh that top one did NOT want to rotate! 

[Suu]

Aww Jenne. You're so pretty.

[Juana]

^^ That.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Uh.

Jenne is SMOKIN'.

[East Coast Hustle]

Indeed, I cannot think of anything appropriate to say about this fact that isn't stunningly inapproriate.

[Jenne]

   Thanks...*runs away* 




...But thank you.  

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Jenne, you're gorgeous! I love your hair like that.

[Suu]

Me too!! You are one very sexy mama!

[Jenne]

HA!  LITERALLY!  Thanks, Suu and Nigel.  I get stopped a LOT by the younger twenty-something crowd and asked how I did it, how much it is, what job I have that my employer allows it, etc.  I get looks of "who farted?" from the 30, 40 and 50-something crowd.  The 60-70-80 somethings cut me dead.