For some reason I imagine that all the girls on the internet I see posting on websites such as this are ugly as hell. All the hot socialist chicks are over at Obama.com.
At least I’m not advertising for a Catch Wrestling Liberal Partner.
(Go ahead. Everyone’s mad at me anyway, though I don’t take any liberties I wouldn’t allow to anyone else.)
Dan, I just checked my email. There’s nothing but replies from Liz in my inbox. Anyway, Liz wants to go stargazing down at the beach so maybe it’s a better idea if you call tomorrow.
Liz isn’t just young and beautiful, charming and delectable, she has an unspeakably cute divot on the tip of her nose. It reminds me of how comfortable a golfball looks when its resting on a golf tee and how a pencil fits perfectly behind my ear. That divot on her elegant nose would stabilize something, but I can’t think of what, not at this moment… give me five minutes to take a shower, be right back.
In that picture you can tell that when she stands up she’s like way way taller than he is. The guy had to have known that was why the photographer did that.
Oh jeez c’mon. It’s just a conceit sos he can unabashedly help her get her due. It’s a tenuous experimental kind of gig she’s got and I think it’s sweet that he helps her out. All y’all know her name for just the one reason really. Why is everyone so grumpy? Y’all are ruining Valentine’s Day. This could be our last non-socialist one. Love each other people.
This could be our last non-socialist one. Love each other people.
Valentine’s Day was one of my earliest socialist experiences. Around 2nd grade, the teachers passed a law that everybody had to give everyone else a Valentine. There was no more giving one to Breton Deising and not one to John B. There was no more taking great pride in the fact that I’d actually earned the Valentines I got.
Any woman is improved by knowing that somewhere, someplace, there exists a man who only waits for the mile long avenue of glass shards, salt, and rubbing aclcohol to be completed so that he may crawl to her feet.
For some reason I imagine that all the girls on the internet I see posting on websites such as this are ugly as hell. All the hot socialist chicks are over at Obama.com.
Nobody asked you, LFFLR.
Besides, everybody knows that the women who dig PW are the hottest women on the intartubes.
This stuff is increasingly creepy.
Good thing this isn’t my site anymore, or I’d be embarrassed.
Hey! I’ve hardly posted at all about Sweet Polly Purebred, recently.
You think I’m creepy? Well, duh!!!
At least I’m not advertising for a Catch Wrestling Liberal Partner.
(Go ahead. Everyone’s mad at me anyway, though I don’t take any liberties I wouldn’t allow to anyone else.)
You bastards! We’re supposed to be boycotting Valentines Day. Now you’ve gone and spoiled all the fun.
The postcard reminds me of the creepy Twilight Zone, when the lonely guy falls in love with the doll house doll at the museum.
This one. Young Robert Duvall.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miniature_(The_Twilight_Zone)
Hey Dan, if Liz rebuffs your V-day offer, I’m sitting my phone waiting to share a chocky.
Sure, thor, but you still haven’t answered my email. *flaps eyelashes*
You know, it’s not as though 14 hour days at the first of my jobs are hassle enough.
hey jeff u have my picture from when i filled out that application for a nakeddancinggrrl.
am i hot?
Dan, I just checked my email. There’s nothing but replies from Liz in my inbox. Anyway, Liz wants to go stargazing down at the beach so maybe it’s a better idea if you call tomorrow.
Liz really is pretty I think. And smart. And young. Everything’s ahead of her. Like a young Stockard Channing, really.
See this is my way of reminding you of the ephemeral charms of yoot. You’re welcome.
Liz isn’t just young and beautiful, charming and delectable, she has an unspeakably cute divot on the tip of her nose. It reminds me of how comfortable a golfball looks when its resting on a golf tee and how a pencil fits perfectly behind my ear. That divot on her elegant nose would stabilize something, but I can’t think of what, not at this moment… give me five minutes to take a shower, be right back.
In that picture you can tell that when she stands up she’s like way way taller than he is. The guy had to have known that was why the photographer did that.
Dan, you’d better get Liz the brooch that matches this beauty.
If you still want to stay in the running… ;D
And, 14 hours, Dan?
SLACKER!
Hmmm…
Yeah, about an 8.5 on the ol’ creep-o-meter. Just edging into the red.
The Creepy Dan
Is this one of those distinctions without a difference things?
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Oh jeez c’mon. It’s just a conceit sos he can unabashedly help her get her due. It’s a tenuous experimental kind of gig she’s got and I think it’s sweet that he helps her out. All y’all know her name for just the one reason really. Why is everyone so grumpy? Y’all are ruining Valentine’s Day. This could be our last non-socialist one. Love each other people.
All the same, objects of pw love should maybe stock up on this. Thanks. Gail (of Scribal Terror) for finding that.
samurai puppies!! This world is cool I don’t care what nobody says.
I already made my valentine for Obama- I used real construction paper and the blood of angels. He’s the messiah !
HOPE !
This could be our last non-socialist one. Love each other people.
Valentine’s Day was one of my earliest socialist experiences. Around 2nd grade, the teachers passed a law that everybody had to give everyone else a Valentine. There was no more giving one to Breton Deising and not one to John B. There was no more taking great pride in the fact that I’d actually earned the Valentines I got.
Any woman is improved by knowing that somewhere, someplace, there exists a man who only waits for the mile long avenue of glass shards, salt, and rubbing aclcohol to be completed so that he may crawl to her feet.
We’ll lay in some bandaids for you, Dan.
My grade school Valentine’s day memories include playing poker using candy hearts as chips.
I’d actually earned the Valentines I got.
I’m sorry, people, but there’s exceptions to every rule.
:)
Thanks for the V-Day shout-out :)