Ever one to posit truly relevant and thought-provoking notions, he asked if I would marry this man. But how could I, when I want his accomplice (also living in Gibraltar) to divorce and - in a very modern compromise - both change their names? To Mr. and Ms. Dikshit Parasol.
While I'm being five years old...
Yes, Nice Mike, there is also one thing worse than being [a squirrel] stuck with a bunch of dogs.
Having to nurse from one of them.
Enjoy your hot chocolate!
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Well, this song will never be the same for me again.
I'm crying.
My stomach hurts.
And it's not a mental break; that was hilarious. Those lyrics. Ohsweetjesus.
Josh Homme: so hot. So weird. So hotweird.
I cannot/will not name the source, but in an interview with Josh Homme, it went a little something like this. Hit it!
Expendable Interviewer: How'd you lose your virginity?
JH: Well I lost it, but then I found it, and it was behind the couch with that one sock that's always missing. [Laughs] I was supposed to go to youth group, and I didn't go. She was just a girl I knew from school. I mean, I was 13. Who else would it be? But it was way better than I expected it to be. I've been addicted ever since.
This is all just part of the attempt to make me found my own blog, isn't it. I see right through you dnm, and it won't work. There are meddlesome teenagers running amok all through your dastardly plan.
Rut row.
But, YES.
(Sobbing, beating chest, shaking head to and fro.)
BLOG, man, blllloggg...
I'm missing something here. What? Why? I want more JH info. He's my desktop peectyur, you know.
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