I'm just afraid there'll be a clown porn story where one clown honks the other clown's nose at the moment of climax.
Spike's Bitches 26: Damn right I'm impure!
[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.
I'm just bored, and trying to decide if I should motivate to go do something later, or just go to bed early and be bright-eyed for brunch (and later, work) tomorrow. Sigh. I was looking forward to going out tonight, but then my friends who I thought would be out bailed. Booo.
(LALALALALA IGNORING CLOWN PORN)
I'm just afraid there'll be a clown porn story where one clown honks the other clown's nose at the moment of climax.
That's in the video. Also Steve Martin wrote a piece titled "The Sex Lives of Clowns."
Think of it: clowns paint their mouths with wide red bands, making them appear more open and inviting. Noses are extended, made larger and thicker, and painted in provocative colors. Hair on the head, which reminds the subconscious of genital hair, is puffed and combed, pulled sideways to great lengths, then dyed bold, eye-catching colors. Is there any doubt that the mating ritual of clowns is extravagantly beyond the practices of ordinary people?
I'm just afraid there'll be a clown porn story where one clown honks the other clown's nose at the moment of climax.
Just one? I'm afraid there will be many.
"C'mon baby, honk my horn! Yeah, that's it. Oh yeaaaah."
We had a whole-family outing with Paul's family to one of those farm things that gets its Halloween on and charges admission.
I am now exhausted, and with a baby who hasn't had a full-length nap all day.
We have a pumpkin, which we hadn't planned on getting.
The nephew took home the pumpkin I found that looked like a butt. We have all had a good snicker over the Butt Ugly Pumpkin, and discussed if it should be carved, or just placed outside with a thong for modesty.
Other people's babies look weird. They're all the wrong size and shape for my mental template of baby, and most of them have too little hair.
Now I'm picturing clown porn where one of the clowns engages in ever more frentic balloon animal-making.
Sadly, I looked up the spelling, saw the correct spelling, and forgot to change it.
It's not you, Hecubus. It's that I was the most serious, honest, credulous teenager in the Mountain Time Zone and everybody liked to tell me unbelievable shit, get me all curious, and then yell "Psych!" and laugh.(But you are a tease.) I think I still halfway expect it. I thinK I'd be okay with the makeup but probably not balloon animals. Buffistas has changed me because when the policewoman in "The Job" broke up with the transvestite I wondered if maybe she wasn't harsh.
Coming soon to Faribault, MN: A steak House and jazz club. [link]