mrpeene, Thombeau and TJB share a group hug, recklessly instigated by TJB. Tragically, a small dwarf was crushed in the enthusiastic burst of blog love.
I stole this from the Lisp. Who knows where he filched it from.
For years every time I've indulged in the thrills of a doctor visit, the medical profession will roll out some version of the sentence &...
Or from whence he felched.
ReplyDeletePeenee, girl, we need to lay off those Spamwiches, from the look of things.
Is it wrong that this turned me on?
ReplyDeleteTJB was the one who said no hands below the waist.
ReplyDeleteThese gals haven't SEEN their waists in at least 14 years.
ReplyDeleteOr their feet.
Peenee, I posted a Paranoiac plea to you for reconsider-CarrollBaker-ation over on my little blogette.
ReplyDeleteWhat's a girl have to do to be the meat in a mrpeenee/Thombeau/TJB Spamwich?
ReplyDeleteGrow some meat, for starters.
ReplyDeleteOr just strap it on!
Bear in mind the fate of the dwarf. Not pretty.
ReplyDeleteI flinch at felching and with this group, anything could happen.
ReplyDeleteRather than be the meat in the Spamwich, I'll be the little cherry tomato off to the side of the plate.
Dwarf? Dwarf?! I beg your pardon! Just because I needed to tie my shoe just as you portly princesses surrounded me for your terrifying group hug is no reason to impugn my stature.
ReplyDeleteOh, all right. I'm short.
But is it just me or is there something odd going on, strappage-wise, on the left?
aww....but
ReplyDeletenow I'm getting vertigo looking down in there.
Boobapalooza!!!
ReplyDeleteWhere I filched it from?
ReplyDeleteUh, that's me and the girls at our Tuesday night mah jong night. You can't see me b/c I underneath all that boobage.
Sure. It's always fun til a dwarf gets sqarshed.
ReplyDeleteJudging by the bodacious ta-tas of these tarts I highly doubt that those straps are harnessing anything!
ReplyDeleteYou kids are too much!
ReplyDeleteNow make me a drink.