Eyecandy Blog of the Day: Fabulon!
I got 'er did! (i.e. I posted that blog before.)
I'd say about 10-15% of their posts are NSFW. But at least their NSFW features both mens and wimmins....
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.
Eyecandy Blog of the Day: Fabulon!
I got 'er did! (i.e. I posted that blog before.)
I'd say about 10-15% of their posts are NSFW. But at least their NSFW features both mens and wimmins....
What do we do here in "Hollywood"?
Each other?
Great. I SO want America defined by Larry the Cable guy.
(old school nudist type shots, with no hanging cock in view)
You have to go and spoil it before I even get out of my meeting lunch lunch meeting to clicky on the linky?
"Got 'er did" What the hell tense is that?
Redneck.
Cracker.
Speaking of, did I tell you the story of the word cracker and my 4-year-old niece? My brother and my dad have a (bad) habit of calling each other and others cracker. A few weeks ago, my niece looks at my dad and pops off with, "Papa, you're a big old cracker!" Doh (even though she is speaking the truth)!
Apparently it stuck with her because when she started pre-school, she told me some of the rules her mom drilled into her, "I won't pick my nose, I won't grab myself [when having to use the restroom], and I won't call anybody a cracker."
Oy.
My throat is vey ouchy. It's been four days. When do I go in for a strep test?
"I won't pick my nose, I won't grab myself [when having to use the restroom], and I won't call anybody a cracker."
Not even John McCain can follow all those rules; it's not fair to expect a 4-year-old to follow them....
My throat is vey ouchy. It's been four days. When do I go in for a strep test?
Um, yesterday?
David Sedaris, on undecided voters:
To put them in perspective, I think of being on an airplane. The flight attendant comes down the aisle with her food cart and, eventually, parks it beside my seat. “Can I interest you in the chicken?” she asks. “Or would you prefer the platter of shit with bits of broken glass in it?”
To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and then ask how the chicken is cooked.