I've been to Cass' place. Not only does she not share a wall with anyone, there's at least a few feet of yard between her and each of her neighbors. That's some impressive sex.
At the point the neighbours can hear, I think we've reached "I hope you've brought enough for everyone" territory.
At the point the neighbours can hear, I think we've reached "I hope you've brought enough for everyone" territory.
Does Super Porny Pants have to fly all the way Down Under, or can she just beam with pride from here?
Like Super Porny Pants could resist a place nicknamed Down Under!
Like Super Porny Pants could resist a place nicknamed Down Under!
BWAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Does Super Porny Pants have to fly all the way Down Under, or can she just beam with pride from here?
Let the record show that Super Porny Pants has switched the headlights onto high beam.
Oh, and thanks for the happy anniversaryness, all.
We're going out next weekend to see The Constant Gardener.
Like Super Porny Pants could resist a place nicknamed Down Under!
Do you come from a land down under / Where women glow and men plunder...
I have a recording of a Russian men's choir singing "Down Under". It is a thing of beauty.
Really? Or are you being a smartass?
Really? Or are you being a smartass?
And the answer is...
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both. It is in fact an excellent version, the Red Army Choir can (could?) really sing. ND has heard it, though I don't know if he remembers it. It's on the same CD that has the operatic version of "Nutbush City Limits" and the Wiggles doing AC/DC. Oh, and Rolf Harris doing an utterly filthy version of "I Touch Myself".
I have a recording of a Russian men's choir singing "Down Under".
The Red Army Choir, you say?
I
must
hear this.