Ohhhh.

I'm much too tired, but I promised myself I'd talk to you tonight.

I warned you! Didn't I warn you?? That colored chalk was forged by Lucifer himself!!

You don't win friends with salad. You don't win friends with salad.

Ohhh . . that's enough. I can't think of anything but-- that, and Xander's prostate. But I promise promise to say something cutting and profound while I'm waiting for turkey tomorrow. Or at least, something hungry.

Mm.

--Alestar
I speak in tongues, for what it's worth.