posted by fatmammycat at 12:17 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.
15 Comments:
fmc these pix you've been posting recently are making me sterile.
gimme some vin diesel or something, won't ya?
My ovaries are curling into a foetal position as well, fmc.
I think that man has attempted to shave his bikini line. Sheesh.
Generally speaking I quite like red hair just as long as it isn't on Bonnie Langford.
I want you girls to close your eyes and imagine ol carrot top here doing a naked-and shaved well spotted miss bride- cha cha across the bedroom floor before licking the balls of your feet and brushing that hair along the inside of your thigh...
why on EARTH would you wish that upon us? what did we ever do to you??
Now imagine he's rubbing his npples with his thumbs while rotatin his freakishly small hips, so stubbly ummmm gingeritis...feel the fuzz wanna lick his major freckle? He bleached it all special like...
Squeeeeeee, I'm making myself sick and laughing at the same time.
I bet he can wink it too.
Jeez. I usually love redheads, but even in a kilt, I wouldn't tap that. He's a mess.
Nice arms, though.
Shit. I just threw up a little.
I bet he can wink it, fmc, and that thought right there is the one that will haunt me in the darkest watches of the night.
It seems it is possible to fashion a career for oneself solely on the basis of having red hair. One of my ribs is a bit bashed looking - do you think there's money in that?
He looks like Annie on steroids. And whatever else it is that is making his eyes go like that.
Sam-it could be the kohl rim job (snarf).
Andraste-I'm so sorry about the vomiting, but just imagine that ginger minger flanger there glistening with oil, carrrying you in those meaty fuzzy wuzzy arms, all the while winking and walagalingling his tongue at you.
Sexytime.
There now, does that help at all?
You are a sick woman, FMC. I'm ready to hurl (vomit) and you're giggling with glee. You're just sick, sick, sick!!! I wanna know what kind of plastic surgery he's had done. His face looks..........plastic!
Well Oil Beef Hooked!It's the bastard love child of Kathy Griffin and The Incredible Hulk.It's enough to turn me lesbian..oh..wait a sec..fuck I'm confused.
Ahah, that's right my precious ones, feast yer eyes! Roll up roll up, the muscular golliwog of bristlling manliness is awaiting. See his flat, strange stomach, feel the cords on his orangina arms, run your hands over his stubbly bits and then into his winsome curls, witness as his tongue attampts to reach his chin...oi get in line you at the back, there's not rush, there's plenty of the manorc to go around. Say lady, is that a saddle?
Eeewwww. Who is it? I think I may be a little out of touch with musicy types. He is a musician, right?
He's a comedian, believe it or not.
No wonder Maroon is so desperately lonely.
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