Trapped in the middle of fuck-all with the Dead Milkmen
Really...that about covers it, doesn't it? Seemed like a good idea at the time.
Happy birthday to my friend Writerchick!
This evening's fragrance: Montale Black Oud. Perfect for an orange and red shirt, red lipstick and Bon Jovi at Karaoke night. Not to mention the magic tricks guy who started out dorky but got cuter the more tricks he did.
Happy birthday to my friend Writerchick!
This evening's fragrance: Montale Black Oud. Perfect for an orange and red shirt, red lipstick and Bon Jovi at Karaoke night. Not to mention the magic tricks guy who started out dorky but got cuter the more tricks he did.
posted by cjblue at 12:53 AM
4 Comments:
well, i don't really want to hear more ;)
The question is...Is it better than being the oldest woman at a dive Karoke Bar with a crowd of 13, singing Bon Jovi, and sitting next to a stoned magician with halitosis?
that is the most awesome title ever ;)
Ooh, that is a hard call. Karoke bar versus middle of dead milkmen fuckall. No such fun here.
Do tell. 'Let's Get the Baby High' is a favorite around these parts.
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