It's big, bold and lives under the sea...
In no way derivative...
Naive hoots through the trees...
Nostalgia is the rodeo...
The self-drawn woman goes places, carrying milk and juice...
Ripples in space create another world...
Those 1950s sensibilities didn't go out with the first sonic boom...
In no way derivative...
Naive hoots through the trees...
Nostalgia is the rodeo...
The self-drawn woman goes places, carrying milk and juice...
Ripples in space create another world...
Those 1950s sensibilities didn't go out with the first sonic boom...
That's not milk Juno's carrying. It's Sunny D. :)
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ReplyDeleteYes, yes... I see which jug you mean.
You've had a bit of a ribald streak since you started posting your Sexy Women list. It's probably been there all along and I just never noticed 'til now ;-)
ReplyDeleteImagine me in person, devoid of my blogger persona.
ReplyDeleteThere's a lot more swearing for one thing.
More road rage, too, I'll bet. ;-)
ReplyDeleteNot at all. I don't own a car. I don't have a license. It's how I keep myself rolling in peace, quiet and DVDs.
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