Gold star for Jesse.
I considered having a Fanta fro breakfast. Because, you know, orange.
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.
Gold star for Jesse.
I considered having a Fanta fro breakfast. Because, you know, orange.
Even sadder, a Carmen Electra wanna-be, because didn't she go off to start her own strip thing or whatever?
Although I'd love a show of hands as to how many of the straight guys here really do wish their girlfriend was a freak.
This topic comes up way more often than a sane world would allow.
Although I'd love a show of hands as to how many of the straight guys here really do wish their girlfriend was a freak.
I guess it all depends on your definition of freak
!!!!!! AHHH!!!!!!
I define freak as you, oh freaky one.
Carmen Elektra? No.
Angelina Jolie? Maybe.
What about pre-Rodman Elektra and pre-Maddox Jolie?
Nice talk at Christmas
calendar? anyone? Bueller?
Hiya, Chupacabra.
You know, the liner notes to some blues album I used to have implied that the line "Pig meat is what I crave" was dirty dirty dirty. I've never understood what it was supposed to mean.
I wonder if it's from eating pickled pigs feet and their phallic shape.
"I'm like a one-eyed cat / peeping in a seafood store" is one of my favorites. Anything one-eyed = suspicious in a blues lyric.