Where's my oomph?
I don't know. Have you had your kink today? What did you do to inspire your inner perv?
'Sleeper'
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Where's my oomph?
I don't know. Have you had your kink today? What did you do to inspire your inner perv?
If you have to look for your oomph, it's not oomphing hard enough.
My student assistant is sitting 25 feet from me. His iPod is so loud that I can hear that he's kicking it old school with MJ's "Dont Stop Till You Get Enough".
That's a song that definitely doesn't have any oomph problems.
Though it makes me sad to listen to, since it reminds me of what was ---> what is.
You guys can have JDM. I just started season one of Queer As Folk and I'm drooling over Gale Harold. It's like watching Cap'n Tightpants have teh hot gaysex.
In Eek! News, OK Cupid just put my ex in my quiver. I must have accidentally checked the selfish prick box.
YouTube is blocked, alas.
What did you do to inspire your inner perv?
Nothing. You do remember what it is I do, right? That's sort of looked down on.
I can put 35 years on him.
Empress has got a dirrrrrrrrty mind.
How I love that.
::sits back with popcorn to watch JDM Wrestle Mania
I don't have any. again.