... my boss was Mr. McGee...
(ION, I am so tired that it almost HURTS)
'Selfless'
[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.
... my boss was Mr. McGee...
(ION, I am so tired that it almost HURTS)
t loves on Nora
She had the nerve to ask if I'd do her any harm...
So, look here I put her on the back of my bike
I'm sorry, can someone tell me where to find Old Man Johnson's farm?
I do not know this song. It could be the head cold; it could be I don't know the song.
My son Brendon has the same thing. We both noted that all day we have found that we are just staring blankly ahead with our jaw open to breathe. Then we realize how awful and doped up we must look and try and adapt our facial posture, only to find the doped slack jaw look reappears in a few minutes. Brain cells feel clogged too. But I have done 4 loads of laundry!
Vortex! I was reading Smart Bitches and it seems that Mills & Boone (English romance publishing house) is going to be putting out a series of rugby romances.
Vortex! I was reading Smart Bitches and it seems that Mills & Boone (English romance publishing house) is going to be putting out a series of rugby romances.
If the first one doesn't have "hooker" in the title, I will lose all respect for them.
They should get you to consult ... although I think their audience prefers their romances more, um, conventional than your experiences with rugby players would indicate.
I heard from a friend today and she said you were in town....
although I think their audience prefers their romances more, um, conventional than your experiences with rugby players would indicate.
I think that conventional and rugby player are oxymorons. No pun intended. Of course, an English audience will view rugby players differently, I suspect.