No, seriously, you are not going to believe this one. A note-for-note perfect rendition of Sir Mix-a-Lot’s “Baby Got Back” redone as a white bible thumper anthem.
Baby Got Book
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Daily Archives: June 4, 2007
LolGoth #16: ai iz kleered 4 takeoff!
And Theda Bara could take it off like nobody else!
LolGoths: collect the whole set!
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mine is bigger than yours, Australia
and don’t even start with me, Texas!
BC oysters are gargantuan, breathtakingly muscled city-levelling monstrosities from which even Godzilla would flee in terror, tail tucked neatly between giant dinosaurian legs. You don’t mess with our oysters. Our oysters can kick your oysters’ ass.
Especially once I tell them that YOUR oysters need Viagra.
I then turned to my partners and said “boys – we are going to feed our oysters Viagra and other minerals and vitamins that help with erection dysfunction”. They of course thought I was kidding… within the week we had our web sites, business names and a patent pending application lodged.
We then began the process of feeding oysters the Viagra and other minerals etc in glass and stainless steel tanks.
All I can say is that eating a dozen of these Sydney Rock Hard Oysters® sure as heck works!
What? It’s not really for the oysters at all? Well then, who could the Viagra be for? Hello, Australia? Hello?
Funny, everything’s gone quiet on their end. Maybe I intimidated them?
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a Sunday night of romance
Dorothy Parker has an heir. Please go to max‘s blog and read her story Table for Two; it is all of the things a Dorothy Parker story is except motivated by hopeless unrequited love for a closeted gay man.
I think.
Also related, this Cowboy Junkies song:
lyrics over the jump. Who’d have guessed I’d be all about the wistfulness tonight (or, indeed, ever). It probably has something to do with the first summer storm and the nostalgic smell of hot asphalt sprinkled with raindrops. Seriously, I must be undercaffeinated or sumpin’. If I go for a jog and encounter raccoon babies I might just start snivelling. Awwww, time to dig out the old Meg Ryan movies.
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quiz: what corset are you?
I can hardly wait to see what some of my more testosteronaceous readers get on this one.
Stolen from the theftworthy max.
What corset are you?
You’re a Victorian-era corset. How refined.
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