(no subject)
Note to self:
Make an icon to use when replying to baaaaabyanimals posts. Going with the default, while easy, does not give the intended impression. Neither did that CSI one where the word "FORENSICS" was a large factor in the composition.
Beneath the cut is a touching poem we discovered yesterday in a stack of memorabilia, carefully handwritten by my grandmother who passed away six years ago. I wanted to share it with Livejournal, since I believe you can appreciate its sentiments.
My Favorite Square Dance
Up with the petticoats
Down with the pants
In with the pecker
Everyone dance!
Girls with the rags on
Up against the wall
Guys with the hard-ons
Promenade the hall!
Girl grab your partner
Firmly by the balls
Make him holler, make him shout
Put your pretty ass against his snout
First lady go, second lady pass
Third lady's finger
Up the fourth lady's ass
Finger out, promenade the hall
Now you can release the poor man's balls
Down with the petticoats
Up with the pants
For this is the end of my favorite square dance.
We also found a pornographic keychain which you could move with a little crank to make the partners fuck in various positions, a two-inch stack of painstaking line-drawn porn with Valentine's Day and anniversary messages to my grandfather, and a picture of my grandfather and several of his friends posing naked except for a drapery of cheesecloth over the--rather interested-looking--nether regions.*
*Why yes, I AM still scarred.
I conclude that I can finally point at the genetic source of my online interests.
Make an icon to use when replying to baaaaabyanimals posts. Going with the default, while easy, does not give the intended impression. Neither did that CSI one where the word "FORENSICS" was a large factor in the composition.
Beneath the cut is a touching poem we discovered yesterday in a stack of memorabilia, carefully handwritten by my grandmother who passed away six years ago. I wanted to share it with Livejournal, since I believe you can appreciate its sentiments.
My Favorite Square Dance
Up with the petticoats
Down with the pants
In with the pecker
Everyone dance!
Girls with the rags on
Up against the wall
Guys with the hard-ons
Promenade the hall!
Girl grab your partner
Firmly by the balls
Make him holler, make him shout
Put your pretty ass against his snout
First lady go, second lady pass
Third lady's finger
Up the fourth lady's ass
Finger out, promenade the hall
Now you can release the poor man's balls
Down with the petticoats
Up with the pants
For this is the end of my favorite square dance.
We also found a pornographic keychain which you could move with a little crank to make the partners fuck in various positions, a two-inch stack of painstaking line-drawn porn with Valentine's Day and anniversary messages to my grandfather, and a picture of my grandfather and several of his friends posing naked except for a drapery of cheesecloth over the--rather interested-looking--nether regions.*
*Why yes, I AM still scarred.
I conclude that I can finally point at the genetic source of my online interests.