Yeah, I think I have a way too finely-honed sense of the ridiculous to get properly into an orgy.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Spike's Bitches 37: You take the killing for granted.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
That's why it needs to be an orgy with clowns.
I've never been to an orgy. i've been to plenty of parties that degenerated into nudity and with the right impetus could have turned into an orgy, but the right circumstances just didn't present themselves.
And on a completely different subject....
I just watched the first episode of One Punk Under God, Sundance Channel's six part documentary about Jay Bakker, the punk preacher son of Jim and Tammy Faye.
It's astonishing. I want Jay for a friend, and while I don't think even he would be able to change my mind, I'd happily attend his church regularly.
I don't even go to parties. Much less parties where people strip and stuff. I'm hopeless.
I don't even go to parties. Much less parties where people strip and stuff. I'm hopeless.
All three of those statements are factually wrong. We've got photographic evidence and everything.
We've got photographic evidence and everything.
How about some captions so those of us who have never been F2F can figure out who's who?
Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Aimee's Tigers are beating up on my A's. Make her go to her roooooooooooooooooom.
Thanks, Scola. Yes, while it feels like I haven't been anywhere since mastodons roamed the earth, it isn't quite true. More than I would like... I am smiling at your pixels right now, but my grin isn't as pretty as yours.