Good Idea: rollerblading down to the office to pay your dues to the Federation of BC Writers for which you are the new Lower Mainland rep. Gets your dues paid and your workout done at the same time, plus bonus tanning time you don’t have to feel guilty about because you were, hello? productive.
Bad Idea: having two honey lagers at White Spot before attempting to rollerblade home.
Nuff said.
This one lacks accuracy, I must say, since I have virtually none of those traits (except an athleticism that has lain unused and wrapped in tissue paper for the last four years). But every one of my bikinis is, in fact, a halter, so there may be something to this after all.
You Are a Halter Bikini |
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And you’ve got a great tan, probably from all those beach volleyball games! |
I have a long and shameful history, it must be admitted, of crushes on right-wing political figures (the sainted Pierre Elliot Trudeau notwithstanding; as always, he’s a special case) perhaps because of my poorly-disguised thing for preppies, but frankly, above all of them (even Tony Blair who is, come on, right wing) stands one man.
On crutches. Click to enlarge; don’t you wish everything worked that way?
I mean, seriously. Hubba-hubba!
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This is, without question, the roughest striptease action you’ll see all day, and that’s even IF you have those Carmen Electra workout videos.
From that cavalcade of Schadenfreude, the Failblog
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