With crumbled Heath bars cocooned in each dimple and then covered by a gentle blanket of fudge sauce... damn. i just drooled on the keyboard.

The only dancer that has ever blow my mind has been Mikhail Baryshnikov. I saw him when he had just fledged to solo artiste, and then again recently in a more contemporary dance. Now there is someone with amazing grace and strength, and moves that are defiant of the laws of physics. By comparison, this is a young…

glaad?

I think it was the fluffy rug- it screamed 'porn movie with gratuitous vaj close ups'. Indeedy.

My big Maine Coon has enough bacteria to bury everybody! (Conclusion based on the quality of his 'output').

WHOA!! My bacteria are better than your bacteria. So there.

unless its Venus de Milo bending over to show her butt cheeks in sheer lululemons.

Kwick!! Kopious Kleenex for Kimmie Kakes!!

Linds should be crying about how all her opportunities, career, and second-chances were down the toilet, not a list of names.

I have gas.

Meow meow meow mowwow meow.

'Cheap chic wine making embroidered with swear words'. So... that means I get some two-buck-chuck, put it into pretty bottles, and garnish bottles festively with embroidered swear words. Fek. Martha Stewart is a hipster.

I'd rather see Magic Mike: Skating on Thin Ice, and starring Evgenie Plushenko.

Never seen A Little Night Music either. Maybe there's a secret message for us in the lyrics?

Ditto.

Mushrooms, margarita, caffeine, gin.

Fancy Feast. It's all my guys will eat for dry and wet food. And in the evenings, it had better be the Elegant Medleys (wet food, blue tins) or holy smokes, I'm in the dog house.

bon dieu. le bébé horrible d'une belle chaussure et une salle de sport chaussure.

Haggis.

Strict Scottish Presbyterian parents, same death plus oatmeal.