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On the twelfth day of Christmas...
Dec. 24th, 2003 07:48 ammy Spikey gave to me...
"Last day for presents love, are you ready to see the package?"
“Can I shake it first?”
"Bloody hell, woman!”
“But Spike, it’s Christmas Eve.”
"Fine, but at least untie this soddin’ bow, it’s cutting off my circulation!”
“Spike, you don’t have any circulation.”
“Well, it pinches!”
“Come here, you Big Bad vampire.”
“Merry Christmas, pet.”
"Merry Christmas, Spike."
...twelve...o...um, just what I wanted for Christmas, eleven panther crawlsovermynakedbody, ten sexy swaggers, nine flasks of his whiskey, eight headtilts that melt me. seven poker kittens, six ways to lay him, FIVE SILVER THUMB RINGS, four lovely smirks, three french kisses, two mugs of blood, and Angel tied to the top of my tree...
Hee!
"Last day for presents love, are you ready to see the package?"
“Can I shake it first?”
"Bloody hell, woman!”
“But Spike, it’s Christmas Eve.”
"Fine, but at least untie this soddin’ bow, it’s cutting off my circulation!”
“Spike, you don’t have any circulation.”
“Well, it pinches!”
“Come here, you Big Bad vampire.”
“Merry Christmas, pet.”
"Merry Christmas, Spike."
...twelve...o...um, just what I wanted for Christmas, eleven panther crawlsovermynakedbody, ten sexy swaggers, nine flasks of his whiskey, eight headtilts that melt me. seven poker kittens, six ways to lay him, FIVE SILVER THUMB RINGS, four lovely smirks, three french kisses, two mugs of blood, and Angel tied to the top of my tree...
Hee!
