"Only the most expensive sentiment for me."
Grazie a A 1000 Broken Dreams
Sam was taking no goddamn chances with the strict new "Truth in Advertising" regulations.
Via Miss Cellania
Julia was reacting badly to the closing of the only Starbucks in town.
Thank You, A 1000 Broken Dreams
Move your sorry little ass down the way, Honey. We don't need you interfering with our molesting your boy friend there.
From The Bounty That Is A 1000 Broken Dreams
Maybe we should call in Cristo and have him wrap it.
Much Obliged to A 1000 Broken Dreams
I wish you "Good Day". I have a large pot of stew in my cottage that I cannot eat alone. You are welcome to come and help me consume it, and to drink beer that I have brewed myself. Afterward we will smoke wolfbane cigars and speak of metaphysical things. When you awake, you will be miles down the road, and missing your wallets.
Courtesy of A 1000 Broken Dreams
She's my sister, and I can do this to her if I want to.
Stolen From Peach Bee
Yes. This is a still from the 1969 Mexican movie, released in America as "Night of the Bloody Apes." The reason this quite trashy pic is on my radar, is because, well, it's really quite trashy. And it features Norma Lazareno as Lucy, the female wrestler. Yes, it is one of those Mexican wrestling movies, but it has a really crazed ape-boy as the monster, and it has one other thing. Lucy has a key subplot to herself, and where it is gratuitously convenient, she gets naked several times. She has a nice body, but the fact that the heroine is getting so brazenly nude in more than one scene feels rather strange. I mean to say, it seems unusual.
Nevertheless, there is no doubt as to the high titillation factor it introduces to what is a pretty freakish piece of celluloid.
Courtesy of Peach Bee
You see my beauty and it warms your inner being. I am consumed with how I look to you, but I will never let you know. My physicality yearns for the pleasure you can give me, but within those feelings, great baggage hides. Will I give you temporary happiness? Perhaps. But the price may be high, unless you really know yourself. I have love to give, and not all of that love is so that the Me can be expressed, and not all of it is borne of my hormone complex.
At the heart of me, I am the one you desire.
My body is the calling card.
Many Thanks to Peach Bee
...she said. And he had had such wonderful enthusiasm. Tough luck, Tiger.
Thanks to Eat My Crayola
I'm a believer. In UFOs. As extraterrestrial vehicles. As other-worldly technology. As 90% explainable stuff/10% don't-give-me-any-of-your-bullshit inexplicable. As NOT earthly technology (or it would have been out in the open by now).
Call me crazy. Call me goofy. Call me gullible. Call me what you want.
But there's too damn much smoke for there not to be fire.
Sweet Little Illo From Eat My Crayola
I work a short day today, then I will be home to start posting again.
I have really missed it, so I hope to make up for lost time.
At this point, I will have three days next week that I am not working, and so I will be busily posting those days.
I promise.
Thanks for your patience.
