sunday funnies readers: is it just me or was Slylock Fox completely insane today?
'Safe'
Spike's Bitches 40: Buckle Up, Kids! Daddy's Puttin' the Hammer Down.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I went out early this morning for breakfast. One of the few other people in the restaurant was sitting in the corner reading the Sunday paper. At one point he bust out laughing. I was tempted to say to him, "That Marmaduke, huh?" But the desire to appear, you know, sane won out....
windsparrow- did your friend find what he/she needed?
I found the link to the site so I could send it to her. There was nothing specific she was looking for, but as a new parent with relatives scattered around the country, she is rather hoping to learn from others' experience.
ION, typing with a cat standing on your chest promotes something akin to drunk posting.
Wow, what balance. Is it wrong that I want to see the leg muscles on that guy? Nah.
See? Feel.
massage even
I really need to just find some way to program my computer to just not allow me to read Salon comments. Head 'splodey. (This story involved Israel, Nazis, and pornography. I really should have known better than the read the comments. Though the comment about how Nazis disguised themselves as Jews and snuck into Israel, and are now the heads of the Israeli army, was kind of fascinating in a surreal way. Aside from all the other issues with that, any Nazis would be at least close to 90 by now.)
I was tempted to say to him, "That Marmaduke, huh?"
Nobody tells Marmaduke what to do. That's my kinda dog.
Ok, the music for the "flying frenchman" was, IMHO, totally innapropriate (at least for most of it, the end was kinda working for me, but i still expected.....more, based on the scoring)