Penis, at nightfall
Penis, at nightfall
Well, we're hypnotized into forgetting about it!
It's been a long life, and I reckon I've been fooled by the Illuminati, the Freemasons, the Priory of Sion, the Trilateral Commission, and the Bilderberg Group. But Miley Cyrus' publicity flacks? When that happens it's time to don the Depends, switch to a more mush-based cuisine, and watch the pretty colors all…
It's from the musical 'Chess' written by Tim Rice and the two guys from ABBA.
A song cue if there ever was one:
Even under the old rules, William's kids (legitimate , non-Catholic, etc. etc.) come before Harry.
He's the racist vigilante Sanford deserves, but not the one it needs?
From the scrapbooks:
Refer to your husband as the 'sperm machine'... on second thought, don't. He might like it.
At least in a petting zoo you would get peanuts.
I never thanked you got starring me (for a comment on this story) so, thank you. Good luck in your grad school career.
A friend describes me as being 'untroubled by religion'. It's an apt description and I stand by it.
I always thought celebrities existed on much less substantial things than pasta ... like the vibratory emanations caused by legions of adoring fans. My way, if you stopped believing in them, Tinkerbell-like, they would go away.
Since the current king is Rama IX, I could name nine kings of Thailand.
Or they named her after the Sunday Jumble puzzle.
warning: This could be triggering, as it were.
Spamalanche!!!!