posted by fatmammycat at 11:21 p.m.
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.
6 Comments:
tsk. It was such an elegant and tasteful wedding, too.
Oh well.
Cigar envy is a terrible thing... it can eat away at a man, especially when it's considered unpatriotic to smoke Cohibas. Doubtless it got so as he couldn't satisfy Pam's needs, especially since she'd been manhandled by Borat...
what's a winkle?
I reckon they sobered up. If they'd just stayed sloshed they could have lived happily together 'til a ripe old age, my gamma did that with second husband. Hardly a day went by when they weren't mildly three sheets to the wind and quite happy.
Aw I'm actually sorry for them, I adore Kid Rock, I know I know he's all trashy and everything but maybe that's what appeals. Pammie is a sad case but there's something kid of cool about her too in a totally fucked up way. Anyway I was rooting for them and I'm sorry they didn't make it.
Boliath, you are such a romantic.
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