'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
Oddly, I have what appears to be a wee hickey-like bruise in my cleavage. I don't have a clue where it came from. I have done nothing hickey-making. Or damaging. Recently. I am flummoxed.
t whistles casually
t sends thank-you notes to eveyone who attened the wild make-out parties I threw while SOMEBODY was doped up on cough medicine
Given how badly people tend to behave on many reality shows of this ilk, I'm trying to come up with feline equivalents. It would involve a lot of spraying and scentmarking, I'd guess! Cracks me up.
And hairballs. Don't forget hairballs.
Man, they need Bucky Katt on that show.
ACK. My company is supposedly blocking access to all instant messaging clients. Nooooooo!
Man, they need Bucky Katt on that show.
Didn't they already have him on THE REAL WORLD? Oh, wait, that was Puck.
Count of Monte Fist-o
This would double as a porn name, no?
Heh. That list led me to the Prior Miles Davis Albums list.
Huh. When I posted about the mistaken identity stuff in Bitches last night, there wasn't a single response.
Natterers ROOL! Bitches DROOL!
This post brought to you by three hours sleep and an impossible writing goal.
"Count of Monte Fist-o" does seem like it could work in a wide variety of situations.