five things: the raincoaster list
16 Feb 2007 10 Comments
49 degrees latitude, 360 degrees attitude!
16 Feb 2007 10 Comments
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Feb 16, 2007 @ 14:51:54
+5 for spice girls
+10 for this link http://boards.glamour.com/thread.jspa?threadID=68835&start=0&tstart=0
+4 for nailing the dismount
solid 19/10.
Feb 17, 2007 @ 01:46:44
Thank you. Too bad the winner is chosen randomly.
Feb 18, 2007 @ 05:22:06
Oh, god….the dear old Spice Girls.
I remember back in my living in Miami Beach Days when my brother was trying to mooch money and favors (basically, WEED) off this Jewish guy who was obsessed with me. Literally.
The guy wouldn’t give HIM the time of day.
So my brother told me that I needed to tell HIM:
“If you want to be my lover, you gotta get with my friends…”
Changed the song forever.
Feb 20, 2007 @ 03:21:44
“If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get weed for my relatives…” doesn’t scan so well, do it?
Feb 21, 2007 @ 00:15:06
Funny, many of my exes have in fact told me the exact opposite.
Feb 21, 2007 @ 00:22:03
Hence, exes. You have to know what they REALLY want.
Feb 21, 2007 @ 00:40:34
Well if only they’d tell me what they want, what they really really want!
Feb 21, 2007 @ 01:08:59
So are you Sporty or Scary? You’re not Posh, nor Baby, nor Ginger.