In her autobiography, which I have read approximately 37 times, Tallulah Bankhead said, "My father warned me about men and booze, but he never mentioned a word about women and cocaine." This weekend, Senator Chuck Grassley told the Des Moines Register, "I think not having the estate tax recognizes the people that are investing, as opposed to those that are just spending every darn penny they have, whether it’s on booze or women or movies.” These quotes may seem unrelated outside of subject matter, but they sure both say a lot about the people who said them.
They're nice, but no it is more like I would want to have sexual relations with that smokin' hunk. At the Dorchester Hotel in London, it's 1958, and afterwards he's in the shower and I would be Liz Taylor in a negligée, brooding and drinking, and looking amazing, and when he comes out, I'd shriek, "Go home, mountain boy! You degraded me!", and I'd throw a stack of $100 bills and a crystal decanter at him, and he'd seize me and slap me to my senses and then we'd do it all again, harder and nastier than before, then I would throw him out of the suite without his pants, lock the door and take some pills and soothing bourbon. Stare out the window.
But yes, the woodland creatures were lovely and cute.
I would watch that movie. Presumably with someone playing your part, because it would be too weird to watch a fellow wonker have sex. I'm prudish like that.
:) Thank you for entertaining my imaginative fantasia about the Brawny paper Towel Man. Of course the actual sex scenes are tastefully faded out and reserved for future nature documentaries.
i don't hate her. in fact i have a sneaking respect for her. she pioneered being a celeb without any real talent and she made it pay.
i hate the world she helped create but i don't begrudge someone seeing an opportunity and taking it.
I used to dislike Republicans. Now I fucking loathe and detest them.
Love you, Robyn....
They're nice, but no it is more like I would want to have sexual relations with that smokin' hunk. At the Dorchester Hotel in London, it's 1958, and afterwards he's in the shower and I would be Liz Taylor in a negligée, brooding and drinking, and looking amazing, and when he comes out, I'd shriek, "Go home, mountain boy! You degraded me!", and I'd throw a stack of $100 bills and a crystal decanter at him, and he'd seize me and slap me to my senses and then we'd do it all again, harder and nastier than before, then I would throw him out of the suite without his pants, lock the door and take some pills and soothing bourbon. Stare out the window.
But yes, the woodland creatures were lovely and cute.
I would watch that movie. Presumably with someone playing your part, because it would be too weird to watch a fellow wonker have sex. I'm prudish like that.
:) Thank you for entertaining my imaginative fantasia about the Brawny paper Towel Man. Of course the actual sex scenes are tastefully faded out and reserved for future nature documentaries.
No! He's still here. But he is a person of interest to Mueller. I was hoping you could take him off OUR hands. He's not welcome here. ;-)
This with all the up votes^^^^^^^^^
Invest in a wheelbarrow. You'll need it to take your cash to the store to buy a loaf of bread.
It's a good thing weed comes without seeds these days. Kids got no tools for sifting anymore.
And cute as a bug's ear, to boot.
Ask Betsy and Erik about Amway!Or private military contracting on weekends!
Serious hugs and love to you both.
On to the vile snark:
"If you did some basic research you'd know Hospice has a lousy return on investment," Chuck Grassley - Republican Lion of the Senate
Made me laugh so hard my lazy ass self had to sign in to give it an upvote.
He forgot lottery tickets. Everybody knows the poors squander their fortunes on lottery tickets. WON'T SOMEBODY THINK OF THE LOTTOS!?!
Hey! c’mon now... to be fair- Everybody knows Charlie doesn’t go to movies.