Astoria Oregon Rust : There are cow dreams, elephant dreams and even whale dreams.
Adventures In Paradise : And that? That is when I realized. They thought I was a hooker.
The Duchess Of Dorkville : She sounds like a hippo getting ass-raped.
Sassy Pants Freckle Face : Talk it over with your creatures before hand that way the bear bitches don't rape you with 6$ bear panties
The Fourth Blog Frog : One piece of anatomy I didn't need help locating was my right ovary -- because I'm pretty sure I dislodged it trying to do a move that should only be reserved for professional members of Cirq de Soleil.
Away We Go : once in awhile, you find that Diamonique in the rough.
A Life For Rent : now my keyboard is tacky and smells like sneezes
Speaking From The Crib : I have transported myself to an alternate universe, where a husband can tell the crypt keeper that his chubby wife wears an extra small thong and whips him and no one blinks an eye.
The Random Blogette : who wants teeth biting their nips!?
Busted Plumbing : My ass was as windless as a broken piccolo
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Quotes - July 6, 2010
A Walk Through My Little World : Skeeter was a randy little boy and L.O.V.E.D. my thumb in some rather disturbing ways.
Salt Says : my cats prefer chicken over fish any day of the week and neither of them are alcoholics.
My Own Brand of Crazy : wait, does that make me a whore? Spreading my legs for a tetanus shot?
Leigh vs Laundry : he would dive bomb into them, knock them over, sit on them, and then suck on their head
A Lovely Life : You don’t want to spook a moose.
Butts and Ashes : your hair would look the same way if you drove 1200 fish around in your car.
Sanity Is Overrated : I am a water balloon Ninja.
Hyperbole and a Half : This dog is uncoordinated in a way that would suggest her canine lineage is tainted with traces of a species with a different number of legs - like maybe a starfish or some sort of primitive snake.
Barefoot Foodie : I always book my departure fights so ungodly early that I don’t even actually go to bed the night before, and just arrive at the airport hungover and looking like Keith Richards
Salt Says : my cats prefer chicken over fish any day of the week and neither of them are alcoholics.
My Own Brand of Crazy : wait, does that make me a whore? Spreading my legs for a tetanus shot?
Leigh vs Laundry : he would dive bomb into them, knock them over, sit on them, and then suck on their head
A Lovely Life : You don’t want to spook a moose.
Butts and Ashes : your hair would look the same way if you drove 1200 fish around in your car.
Sanity Is Overrated : I am a water balloon Ninja.
Hyperbole and a Half : This dog is uncoordinated in a way that would suggest her canine lineage is tainted with traces of a species with a different number of legs - like maybe a starfish or some sort of primitive snake.
Barefoot Foodie : I always book my departure fights so ungodly early that I don’t even actually go to bed the night before, and just arrive at the airport hungover and looking like Keith Richards
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