Thursday, September 13, 2007
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.
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30 Comments:
Oh holy god, make it go away. I never saw so many chesticles on the one man. It is a man, right?
Lordy - what a sight! I admit to liking a bit of muscle definition on a man, nice window dressing - but it's not compulsory as I have extremely eclectic taste, if the personality fits the bill. Definition on a female, though, can be really scary. I hope you are not overdoing the arm work, FMC, you don't want to look like Madonna - do ya?
I most certainly do not. I'm fighting a losing battle to keep the muscle what with the running at the moment, all the excess energy seems to be going to my legs, but I thought Linda Hamilton in T2's shape was awesome.
Conan- yep a manly man. Too much.
Linda Hamilton? Noooo! All that sinew and exposed bony jointy bits? Yuck!
It looks like someone replaced his arm with a piece of an ancient tree.
Good lord, it looks like tumors or something. Ick. And what's with his eyes?
Saw a documentary about that fella - he was injecting so much shite into his arm that the muscle turned septic an he had to get it removed (or sumthing like that).think he had the largest biceps ever recorded.
All together now 1.. 2.. 3.. FFRRRREEEEAAAAKKKK!
Nice hands though!
She didn't look bony, she looked strong and mega fit. Don't worry Conan, I haven't rached maximum Linda yet. Wait until after the marathon. Assuming I survive the marathon.
Sheepie, was he not the chap whose bicep exploded? I think I have a photo of that somewhere. I used it to make my sister sick one time.
Oh Pat, trust you to find the good bit on him.
"maximum Linda"!?
I worry about you, Missus. I really do.
Fear not Conan! My love of beer and football and rum and brown sauce and wexford mature chedder cheese sambos will most likely save me from ever throwing myself totally overboard into the sea of total fitness.
Say is anyone betting against Kerry in the all Ireland?
Ahh, maybe that was it FMC! I knew it was sumthing to do with disgustingness.
Na, the kingdom to win - no doubt.
I just wish Down would return to the glory days an bring the Sam up where it belongs...
Is it the reverse of the python who swallowed a man?
Ha@ BBB
Sheepie, while I"m sorry about your Down dreams, I plan to watch the final pretty much as the lord intended, in a bar, mildly drunk, amongst chumlies and roaring my head off. I have money riding on Kerry, not much, but that doesn't matter a jot. Only some grumpy old bastard told me the other day that Cork were sure to win it and when pressed on why this might be the case, he said, 'I just have a feeling.' This has made me worry about my beloved tenner.
FMC I'm putting 100 dollars on Cork to win both halves, the odds are just delighful. I may change my mind betweenn now and then but we'll see!
Odds for the draw are also good if you are into betting big dollars 6-1. Think Jimmy Choos.
Sheet! Both halves? Jesus, I'd have my nail to shreds if that was the case. Still good odds are very hard to resist.
Does his girlfriend (if he has one) feed him as I don't think his hands can make it to his mouth without his elbows being detached from the arm first.
I also don't think he could win a body building contest as I believe they look at proportions and stuff, how did he do it? *walks away slowly*
I'd like to see a full photo of him Gaye, I bet he's a total barstool. You know, all heavy on top and tappering down to delicate calves and teeny weeny ankles.
I think you answered your own question there on how big is too big. Yak.
On a completely different topic, I just saw your new profile pic (how long has it been there without me noticing?) - GOD, I LOVE IT!!!! :-)Cuter than cute!!!
PS. How are your cats?
It's new, I thought it rather suited my newer more 'burb living. Also I have the exact same scarf.
Puddy is asleep on the chair beside me-she had some smoked turkey and milk earlier and seems to have drifted off into a contented coma. The one-eyed one whom I shall now call Marklar and the Bigger of the cats are off investigating how exactly to catch and torture wood pigeons. So far the wood pigeons have foiled every attempt as becoming dinner but the boys are persistant.
I bets he's gots his eyes on Popeyes's goil!
Curse this time difference! I just tuned in and Conan already beat me to the Popeye joke.
BAH!
or...ug, ug, ug, ug, ug....
LOL, FMC, that's how I imagined him too. Shortass, teeny weeny ankles. Triangle, upside down.
I agree on the hands comment, nice hands, I suppose. If I were having a conversation with him (notice how I didn't assume and make any comments on possible low IQ) I am not sure if I could stop staring at the "chesticles" that are sticking out like that.
heh, the temptation to 'motorboat' would be just too much, gaye.
"I bet he's a total barstool." ha ha - I love it! And may steal it, and claim it as my own!!
You're welcome to it.
He looks like someone has inserted a footpump at his feet and has then slowly pumped him up. Unfortunately his arm has suffered a serious blowout along the way.
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