candy thong/g-string/whatever it was.
Or, as it is called in our family, the Candy Nut-Hut.
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candy thong/g-string/whatever it was.
Or, as it is called in our family, the Candy Nut-Hut.
Gonna have to try harder than that. I think we bought you that thing.
She's got a point.
Morning, All.
I would say more, but I got jumped by the Gronk. Still not recovered...
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Or, as it is called in our family, the Candy Nut-Hut.
Bwah!!
Okay, now awake(ish). Thanks, Empress. I may stay conscious during my meeting with that Word Picture.
apparently there is not an eyeliner in the known universe that will not make transfer smudges to my upper eyelid when I dare to open my eyes
poo
candy thong/g-string/whatever it was.
They make a candy G-string and a candy "posing pouch", aka Nut Hut. I refuse to purchase either of those, on the grounds that MM will likely get his hands on them and wear them.
Gronklies. Good night last night, but whoo. Seeing the Black Crowes with a bunch of bartenders and liquor reps is... dangerous, to say the least. But, Black Crowes! Yay!
on the grounds that MM will likely get his hands on them and wear them.
There is no booze in the world that will get me stupid enough to wear that while remaining conscious.
There is no booze in the world that will get me stupid enough to wear that while remaining conscious.
How about other drugs?
Weirdly tangential to the Black Crowes...I just finished listening to Goldie Hawn's autobiography A Lotus Grows in Mud, read by the author. I was surprised by how incredibly NOT interesting it was.
She chose a couple of anecdotes to highlight ,for the purpose of dispelling, her reputation as a pita. Sadly, the strategy failed. I love her work and am impressed by the life she's built for herself, but can't say I'd want to have lunch with her based on this book.
How about other drugs?
You? I don' like.
Wow. I just let the phone ring, because I absolutely did not want to talk to whomever was on the other end. I am the poster child for paralysis due to not caring.
I CAN HAZ NEW JOB NOW PLZ?!?