Rocket baby

05.28.05 | 4 Comments

And I want. And I need. And I love. Animal.

When you make love, do you look in the mirror? Who do you think of? Does he look like me?

You got the peaches. I got the cream. Do you take the sugar? One lump or two?

Ooh ooh ooh. Woah.

On 05.28.05 Robyn wrote these pithy words:
You want shame? Admit you saw them in concert at the State Fairgrounds in August, 1989.
On 05.28.05 sA wrote these pithy words:
Shame! You have not even come close to experiencing shame until you run your blue jeans through a clorox wash, tie them into a few knots, take them outside and throw them as high into the air as possible … and shoot them with a 12 gauge … a few times.

This is the shameful practice most of the males in my high school adopted shortly after Joe Elliot (Def L.’s singer) appeared in the video for “Pour Some Sugar on Me,” in his wonderfully fab bleached and torn jeans …

Now … that’s shame.
On 05.28.05 sA wrote these pithy words:
Oh, and just in case I was not clear …. I am guilty of the above. Yes, I too shot my pants with a 12 gauge.
On 05.28.05 chutney wrote these pithy words:
Obviously, I know not of what I speak. ;-) My drunk purchase pales.

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