Shhhhhh. Be vewy vewy quiet. It’s moonbat season. I’m moonbat hunting. Hehhehheheh…
update: tacos, if I had to choose. But then, I don’t recall anyone offering me tacos.
Shhhhhh. Be vewy vewy quiet. It’s moonbat season. I’m moonbat hunting. Hehhehheheh…
update: tacos, if I had to choose. But then, I don’t recall anyone offering me tacos.
Tacos and Fonda Man love………….
Pardon me while I go empty the contents of my stomach…
thanks Bill, really, I mean that….
Tacos? Yes, less phallic.
Burritos. Why do they hate us?
I used to have a thing for Peter Fonda. I got over it a long itme ago, and all that’ was left was just a warm lingering nostalgia, but still…. he meant something, you know? Like David Cassidy still means something. Damn you.
Just promise me – no fantasy “Jack Nicholson man-love”, ok?
OK???
I used to have a crush on David Cassidy’s hair. *Sigh*
As for the Jack love…well, let’s hope Bill doesn’t ask me to guest blog any The Shining anniversary posts. Redrum indeed. Try drinking two bottles of that stuff and not sex up anything with a heartbeat…