I like 'em smooth, sweaty and covered in man tan. He came dressed as a cop and that boombox, by the way, was blaring the American classic "Cotton-Eyed Joe."
Recent Posts
- Don't go getting all excited. This may not last.
- My daughter came out of
- My parents were in Jennifer Aniston’s house!
- Sadly, I have been sitting
- Things are getting better
- It's 10pm and I'm tired
- I should have said "Lientology" so I don't get sued.
- I have been ruined
- Now that I have your attention
- I should be a hand model.
Flickr
I've Just Watched
- The News
And most of it is ok.
I've Just Heard
- Slow
Twin Shadow: Forget
This takes me back to the 80s synth I once loved. - Silas the Magic Car
Mew: No More Stories Are Told Today
Sometimes it's the sad songs that make me happy.
I've Just Read
Doris Kearns Goodwin: Team of Rivals: The Political Genius of Abraham Lincoln
Ok. I didn't read it but it DID just arrive from Amazon and I looked through it. History buff and Lincoln fanboy husband bought it. I think he paid by the pound.Carrie Fisher: Wishful Drinking
Fucking hysterical. I read it before I wrapped it to give to my husband. Carrie Fisher puts the fun in dysfunction.Nelson DeMille: The Gate House
The history and the architecture of the Gold Coast fascinates me. The book is an ok sequel.Geoff Livingston: Now Is Gone: A Primer on New Media for Executives and Entrepreneurs
Go buy it! And not just because a friend of mine wrote it.
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November 16, 2007
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Wow. Those are some serious ass muscles.
Congrats on the anniversary. You were a gorgeous bride.
Posted by: merseydotes | November 16, 2007 at 09:26 PM
i mean, there really are no words...none at all...none...at...all...
Posted by: pnuts mama | November 17, 2007 at 12:03 AM
I am speechless, and impressed.
Posted by: jenB | November 17, 2007 at 02:03 AM
Dude, you need to make this photo a caption contest. Winner can receive those two singles lying on the floor. Really, I'm with pnuts mama. There really are no words.
Posted by: MetroDad | November 17, 2007 at 05:11 AM
Please tell me that's not your mother with the clenched hands in the rocking chair, enjoying a full-on frontal view!
Reminds me of a college friend's bachelorette party. Got a stripper, and went bar hopping. By about the third bar (and third strip) we'd seen it all, and told him we'd pay extra to keep his clothes ON.
No man is fully undressed without a car-paint perfect tan and some lovely chunky jewelry!
Posted by: JJ Daddy-O's Baby Momma | November 17, 2007 at 07:23 AM
i hope he was wearing one of those elephant thongs with the googlie eyes. but i suspect not.
Posted by: Jon | November 17, 2007 at 10:25 PM
So... you're saying that's not your husband, and this wasn't just a game of charades gone terribly awry?
Posted by: TwoBusy | November 19, 2007 at 09:18 AM