Elvis eats boats! Elvis eats boats!
Ben ,'The Killer In Me'
What Happens in Natter 35 Stays in Natter 35
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
She put a Louisianna lip-lock on my love pork chop...
There's one person who's got no Elvis in 'im. He's the Anti-Elvis...
Logan, from GG, has no Elvis in him.
At least he's not vibrator dependent.
Don Henley must die!
Don't let him get back together with Glen Frye!
Poke a sharp stick in his eye!
True story: at a Mojo Nixon/Dead Milkmen concert in college, Mr. Nixon came out to watch the Milkmen perform, and, through a weird sequence of events, invited me to come along on tour with him as his masseuse.
I never claimed to have magic fingers, so I assume the masseuse offer should have had air quotes around it.
I am now even more in awe of Teppy.
bon bon killed me with the link to WhatWord. There is numbness. I should stop.
...soon.
I went to the mall. I tried on dresses. Apparently, my rack, she is too much for these newfangled dresses to handle. Too bad, so sad.
So I bought a pinstriped suit (65% off!), and I'm wearing a fire engine red cleavagey slutbomb shirt under it tomorrow, along with some spiked heels.
And then I went to Suncoast and consoled myself with some Cowboy Bebop and Samurai Champloo. Jin is my secret husband.
It's after midnight Eastern time here, so I'm going to be the first person to wish Dana a happy birthday, since she's in this time zone right now.
Happy birthday! I'm going to be mildly sappy and say that I can't imagine my life without you in it. Also, Serenity Now!
Signed,
Surfing for Plane Tickets, Destination Dana
The outfit sounds fabulous, shrift.
Happy pre-birthday, Dana!