I hear some women know the trick.
This little item, from Lola’s Dashboard (via Hazel) reminds me, for no reason I can put my finger on (in polite company) of the time I was at the Bacara resort near Santa Barbara, eating the most expensive breakfast of my life ($42 plus tip) and discussing, as one does at the breakfast table, the Black Dahlia murder case. I managed to avoid the more gruesome bits (a tricky business, to say the least) and concentrate on the psycho-social aspects of the case.
“Everyone said she was dumb, but by the time she died,” I said of the then-22-year-old victim, “she’d been living off men for five years. And she was still a virgin.”
“I want to know how.”
And quick as a flash, the waitress said, “When you find out, let me know, too.”
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16 Comments
Hmmm . . . .
A fistful of dollars?
It’s a clutch. Make of that what you will.
and it ’snaps’ shut?
Well mine does, but Lohan’s never closes.
Funny, I remember a bar named Lohan’s back int he 80’s . . . .
Talk about fire crotch.
I know! But it’s nice to see the return of the “marabou.”
i could’ve resisted, but decided not to. check out this one:
Oh, my. I think that one’s going to be very popular around these parts.
Um, so to speak.
I’ve been combing through the catalog, making a list both naughty and nice… I love this stuff!
ROTFL That youtube piece! Voila la Bearded Clam! Ahhahahahaaa!
Just don’t type “Moose Knuckle” into Google.
O My Goodies!
WHAT did I tell you????
Couldn’t help myself!
The thought occurs: But can you make a sow’s ear out of it?