Glam Lobster!
Song title!
Also, you can tell it's not gonna have a happy ending when the main guy's all bumpy.
Tara ,'First Date'
Natter 43: I Love My Dead Gay Whale Crosspost.
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.
DavidS - Mar 08, 2006 9:33:27 am PST #2792 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Aims - Mar 08, 2006 9:34:17 am PST #2793 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Somewhere, the vein on Joe's head is throbbing and he does not know why.
Posticate is a perfectly comulent word.
Sean K - Mar 08, 2006 9:34:44 am PST #2794 of 10001
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
Thank you, Phil Ochs.
Oh, no, my friend -- Edgar Allen Poe.
Right, I forgot Phil wrote the song, but Edgar wrote the lyrics.
lori - Mar 08, 2006 9:34:54 am PST #2795 of 10001
Jessica - Mar 08, 2006 9:35:16 am PST #2796 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
The fuzzy lobsters are SO CUTE.
sumi - Mar 08, 2006 9:36:11 am PST #2797 of 10001
Art Crawl!!!
OMG! Glam Lobster is exactly what I was thinking!
§ ita § - Mar 08, 2006 9:37:35 am PST #2798 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Last night / I was inside of you / Last night / While making love to you / I saw the sun the moon the mountains and the rivers / I saw heaven while making sweet love to you
And, to boot, he cried.
How can you not love that song? Who needs Poe when you have AZ Yet?
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Jesse - Mar 08, 2006 9:40:50 am PST #2799 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I have to confess that I feel like anything about being "inside of you" is TMI.
tommyrot - Mar 08, 2006 9:43:03 am PST #2800 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
So I was at lunch. Sitting in a chair. I did that thing where I pulled my chair forward by grabbing it underneath the seat and hopping forward. Part of the chair came apart, and my finger got caught between two pieces of wood as my body weight came down on it.
OUCH!!!
Ice helps - it hurt like heck for a while. I'm just glad it's not broken.
Nora Deirdre - Mar 08, 2006 9:43:29 am PST #2801 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
owowowowowow!