Beyonce-ring the alarm, kinda.
I laughed until I almost injured myself. Big ups to my pal who sent me this this morning. Off to Yoga, enjoy
posted by fatmammycat at 8:42 a.m.
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
About Me
- Name: fatmammycat
- Location: Ireland
I'm a bouncy, opinionated, messy haired marathon running (!) bibliophile. I wear high heels and have delightful ankles. I'm a devoted drinker. I want a French Bulldog puppy whom I shall call Batman and dress in capes on occasion. I would also like a pug, whom I shall name Mister Woo. He can remain capeless, but I will make sure he wears a diamante collar at all times. Both dogs will submit to repeated snorgling and high pitched squeals that only a dolphin would normally tolerate. I hate Reiki/psychics/mystics/frauds with all my liver. Also, I'm firmly against Jazz and poetry/poems/pomes/ peoms or any of that stuff. I believe in the healing power of ginger.
Previous Posts
- Hair raising risk.
- Trailers.
- Running, sex and food...eeeee!
- Ankle Boots.
- Dreams.
- It was rape!
- The phonecall, part deux.
- Jazz, I hate it.
- A question.
- Eye-poppingly disgusting!
3 Comments:
What? Huh? I have the fear now.
Great! stuff
That bloke's got really good legs.
It's the crying scene that gets me, every time I see it I howl laughin, oooh and the shoulder dance moves....too much.
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