Nov 19, 2007 18:53
I must be very in tune with the scent of my chemistry.
Speaking with your feet, eh? I know what's going on. You know how I voted, but you should never count on me for consistency. The only thing keeping the ladybug on the ceiling is its desire to be there.
And the moral of this motherfucker is
Ladies, make'em act like they know
U are, was, and always will be Pussy Control.
Why, oh why, is P Control not available on iTunes? I can only go so many days with mr goodnight wailing fabulously, "Aaah, Pussy Control, oh" to my inner ear.
And in this part of our program we shall bring you useless things that men say:
Guy walking behind: "Shiny pants!"->"I call these my Going to Oz pants."
Upon exiting Lockerbie men's room: "Yur guor-jus."->"Thanks, my mom gave me this skull."
"I'll call you later."
fried green tomatoes.
He was upset about my need for independence and butterflying. He won't be calling, and I won't either.
Peace and be wild.