Did I look at a horse and see a camel?
Pervert.
'Dirty Girls'
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Did I look at a horse and see a camel?
Pervert.
Okay, this whole conversation is making me laff and laff.
This whole conversation is making me giggle, which I sorely need right now.
Last year's Dieux du Stade calendar saved the subtexty-est shoot for the Evans brothers. I guess it makes sense that they'd be more comfortable around each other naked than unrelated co-workers, but I'm betting that's one album they didn't take home to show Mom.
I know how unfun nonlucid moms are, Jilli.
So...despite everyone's worst fears (I wasn't the only sick looking person wandering around the parking garage) it looks like we've mostly recovered. Remains to be seen how the hardware holds up and stuff that was happening when the power cut off for the halon to blow, but...We recovered. In record time. HOLY FUCKING SHIT.
(Though a big enough mess left that I've been working on getting the archive ingest and delivery system up for the past 3 hours.)
what my sister calls implied bestiality,
No, he's just going to give the horse a friendly, non-sexual kiss.
It really looked like a camel!
Glad for stability, Jilli, and I hope for much more improvement soon.
Congrats on the quick recovery, sarameg, that's amazing!
Funny how I find the guys wearing just shirts more risque than the completely naked guys. I don't know what to think about the horse.
I think what I think of tramp-stamp guy with horse is... yeah. Just. Huh. Yeah.
But then I'm almost equally confused by the commenters who are all "they're way too beefy." Hello, rugby? Have you met it?
Continued ~ma for the mother of Reason