Me, too. I'm bored, cold and entering fashio mag "Win free stuff!" contests in order to stay awake.
Oh, and I comletely went through the archives at AwfulPlasticSugery.com
Willow ,'The Killer In Me'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Me, too. I'm bored, cold and entering fashio mag "Win free stuff!" contests in order to stay awake.
Oh, and I comletely went through the archives at AwfulPlasticSugery.com
It is not so much a thesis, as a link to an article. What comes up onscreen is work-safe, though the site itself might goose your work filters. The key to not miss, though, is this, which is a) NOT WORK SAFE and b) Chyna's.
FWIW, DH (works for WWE) says Chyna is not a man. She took a lot of steroids but is not a man.
ETA: Oh why do I feel compelled to click on these links?
Not a man, but she's pushing the limits.
Click! Click!
Hee. Are we sure that lovely close up is really her? I wonder if its a result of the steroid abuse, if so. Now *that* should be on an anti-drug poster.
Yikes!
YEEOWCH.
And...
AAARRRGGHH. My eyes!
Well, I guess one could rent the video to be sure. But rumour also has it she did a Playboy pictorial in which you could see it too.
And if it isn't, why would she put it in her movie? Just look at 11,000 results when you google joanie laurer clitoris
.
I saw part of her Playboy pictorial...there was an open playboy at the bookstore so I took a look. But the only thing I remember is she had a tattoo of barbwire right around her bikini line. If there was anything else I must have blocked it out.
Jeepers. Wow. Huh.
(blinking hard)
Kristin, no, it's ok - I wrote about four pages and need a break anyway. I emailed him - the poor man has sent me reams of amazing stuff. I'd love to get my hands on that thng about Rita Hayworth and Aly Khan, that Erin found (edit: bless you, darlin'!). I have the feeling the entire backers contingent in the damned prologue are going to show up in old International Scouts, and be even crankier because of it.
Bev gave me a beautiful suggestion about this stupid prologue, which is threatening to kick my ass: just write it all William Holden African Queen dreamy and drenched. That's very much where I'm going with it. But I'm in an unusal sitch on this one: I know just what the place looks and feels like, I've been to Africa (OK, north, but still) and I can see it just fine. Besides, Peter Mattheson's "The Tree Where Man Was Born" is one of my favourites, so Meru and Lengai and the craters are some of the more vivid pictures of anywhere in Africa for me.
My problem is, I'm not sure of the nitpicky little details, and what some of the stuff needs by way of language.
What in hell colour do the gladioli on the lower slopes of Meru grow?!?