All I remember is baby Jesus flying across the sky.
Lecherous men with dessert porn.
Then again, I might just be a perv.
I would almost call it propaganda but since I didn't spell that right - I'll just say crap.
Bite me, fan boy.
They tell me I had a good time, I think.
I love Dave Matthews, chewy brownies, Roller Coaster Tycoon 2 and Judi Dench.
And penis. Gargantuan American penis.
I am extremely proud to be a white American male. It took foresight and a lot of planning to get the conditions of my birth exactly as I wanted them.
Dude, your request for details is really harshing my mellow.
visible mojo for the sake of visible mojo.
If I met Spielberg, I'd hug him then push a knife through his left testicle.
I made really loud squeeeeeely noises then Thurston woke up and did massive head tilting. It was a great evening.
So that's what the kids are calling it these days.
There are other message boards???
Robin Hood is still the only anthropomorphic fox that rings my bell-el-el. Rings my bell. (My bell. Dingalingaling) my beeeeell. Rings my bell.
Back in my day we went down to Farmer Rasmusson's sharecropping plot and bought a ha'peck of roasted peanuts for a penny. Then we ate them, molded the inevitable result into bar form and sold it for two pennies to the younger children in the neighborhood as a "Snickers Bar" because that's what we were doing while watching them eat it.
And that's how an American Institution got its start.
Mucho masturbation" became "Cinderellabration!
Pixar For President!!
I'm like, wow!
Perhaps you've just been migrated to the outer circles?
Jesus, even in your dreams you don't invite me to things.
Another first world problem: Not being able to experience actual life horrors sufficient to prevent using hyperbolic comparisons to society level murderers.
I'm still getting a Premium. I don't care. I need Premium.
...I'm happy with my Red Cart Corn Dog membership card and secret handshake.
Happy Birthday UvaGirl. MIA since 2007.
