There are a bunch of ads out there exhorting men to become aware of their prostates. The goal is to deal more effectively with prostate cancer, I know, but, dear god, I go to a slashy, porny place every time I see one of those ads.
One of the ads: "9 out of 10 men don't know where their prostate is. The 10th one is lying."
And I think, "No, the 10th one is gay."
Bunny! I went for a brisk 15 minute walk around the office park (nicely-manicured lawns, man-made stream with little pools, pretty flowers) and saw, in the middle of one of those nicely-manicured lawns, a bunny! Sitting there eating grass, twitching its nose, looking very pleased with itself.
Did it have fangs, or red glowing eyes?
Sitting there eating grass, twitching its nose, looking very pleased with itself.
This is pretty much how I imagine you in your room full o' petticoats.
Did it have fangs, or red glowing eyes?
Sadly, no. If it had, I would have tried to catch it. Watch me lure a rabbit into my hat!
Sitting there eating grass
This is pretty much how I imagine you
Hey Zero Points Baybee!
So I'm sitting here listening to Lisah's CD, and it occurs to me to wonder whether we ever heard how Nick's band did in that Battle of the Bands a few weeks back.
Deena? Still hereabouts?
Hey Zero Points Baybee!
Oh, she can be nibbling on red bell pepper strips if she prefers.
Sean, that's great! Lots of transition~ma, and job~ma, too.
Congratulations, Sean! Moving~ma and job~ma. I wish you and your girlfriend all the best.