Location: St. Vincent & Grenadines

You were driving home in the dark on one glass-slippered heel, window sliced open and bathing in the snowliquor of the night air. We heard you singing, and couldn't bear to wake you.

05 February 2006

Nobody knows the stubble I've seen.

It's been a while since I laid down some blasphemy on all y'all, so here it is, in four parts.

1. With all conceivable respect to gay men and cowboys (not to mention manufacturers of pudding), I defy you not to be amused by Brokeback to the Future.

2. Lisa Carver (née Lisa Suckdog) has a website called Rollerderby that is worth a gander.

3. You will definitely go to Hell, or at least a bowling alley, if you, um, "mess" with the Jesus.

4. And finally: Hagrid molested me.


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