Random Thursdays
I brought sexy back years ago, but you never heard me bitching about it.
A word about the meatsweats: Well Drew and I were talking and he said he thought he'd had ‘em before, and I'm pretty sure I must've had ‘em at one time or another. That fine mist forming on your lip, those beads of sweat gathering on your brow. Things that cannot be blamed on the heat or even the physical strain of overfilling your stomach. A phenomenon all its own. If you know of them, if you too have dampened your collar dining on flesh - Don’t be ashamed. We understand.
2 Comments:
the one time i read your "blog" this is what i see. i laughed for a good ten minutes.
I have sexy locked up in my basement.
What?!
(P.S. my verification word, ichkfhs, looks suspiciously like ichthys - you know, the jesus fish - when it's all twisted up.)
(P.P.S.
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