I'd be afraid to sleep in the same room as Belinda, for fear that she would come alive and devour my face.
It wouldn't be my face I'd worry about. I wouldn't be surprised to find out that old wives' tale about cats sucking out children's souls in the night was started by one of Belinda's former owners.
How do you think Belinda got her face in the first place?
I have my suspicions: [link]
Ok, talking about a water tower mooning the interstate has me reading wedges as wedgies. And wondering why Dana liked the first wedgie and not the others.
aigh! Matt, what... what is that thing?
Matt - what the HELL is that?
Do people elsewhere know the wonders of the Gaffney Peach?
I remember the Gaffney Peach. One year at UNC, a roommate invited me to spend Thanksgiving with his family in Spartanburg, SC. The Gaffney Peach was one of the landmarks of the drive.
Belinda is the end product of the Anita Blake stable of were-lovers storyline. You guys Just Don't Understand Love.
msbelle, addy insent.
Bob is out of surgery and doing well. And I didn't use his cc to get my new shoes like I threatened to do.
I'm glad Bob's doing ok, lisah.
I am not clicking on ANY Belinda related links. I'm sleeping just fine, thank you very much.
Wow. That's one ugly orange butt.