January 13, 2004
Tuckered out.
Whooooo - am I ever relieved that Rovey approves of my newest tattoo, 'cause I sure don't think I could go through that whole laser scrapey thing again! I mean of *course* I'll do whatever it takes to keep my baby happy, but he, more than anyone should know that my time as a Tuckaho has been WAAAAAAY over for AGES and Tucker Carlson and I are JUST GOOD FRIENDS now. It was just one of those silly whims of youth - like camping out all night for Vangelis tickets, chugging down quarts of expired skim milk just for the rush, or spontaneously road tripping to the Calvin Coolidge Presidential Library with a bunch of pals for the sheer devil-may-care thrill of it all. Tucks and I had our time, but it's over now, and I try each and every day, in every way to let Rovey know that he's my A#1 G.O.P. humpbunny, and now I've got him under my skin until the day I DIE!
That's not to say that I don't still get the occasional panty pang when I spy a tight-bunned young gent in a dapper bow tie picketing in front of the local Planned Parenthood, but shhhh - don't tell Rovey! It'll be our little secret...
Bonjour! Interesting thread. If you have time : Mark painting
Posted by: painting at April 25, 2004 04:33 PMYou are assholes. I want her to talk about you,
but she won't. How can you sleep at night?
What's wrong with you? Why don't you go fuck eachother?
You are assholes. I want her to talk about you,
but she won't. How can you sleep at night?
What's wrong with you? Why don't you go fuck eachother?
Hi! Wow, that was subtle, and sure doesn't call attention to anything..!!! Gosh, what would I do without your nimble brain in my life...?
Posted by: OhDear!!! at June 7, 2004 01:14 PMF911
Posted by: Michael at June 8, 2004 06:31 PM