Saturday, August 25, 2007
What the FUCK?
Damn.
Damn.
Damn.
Shit. It's ok if she does lip-sync, she can't body-sync.
And Elton could, well, she's still moving.
Don't even.
Don't tell me to stop
Tell the rain not to drop
Tell the wind not to blow
'Cause you said so, mmm
Tell the sun not to shine
Not to get up this time, no, no
Let it fall by the way
But don't leave me where I lay down
Tell me love isn't true
It's just something that we do
Tell me everything I'm not but
please don't tell me to stop
Tell the leaves not to turn
But don't ever tell me I'll learn, no, no
Take the black off a crow
But don't tell me I have to go
Tell the bed not to lay
Like the open mouth of a grave, yeah
Not to stare up at me
Like a calf down on its knees
Tell me love isn't true
It's just something that we do
Tell me everything I'm not but
don't ever tell me to stop
Don't you ever
Tell me love isn't true
It's just something that we do
Don't you ever
Tell me everything I'm not but
don't ever tell me to stop
Don't you ever
please don't, please don't,
please don't tell me to stop
Don't you ever tell me (don't you), ever
Don't ever tell me to stop
Tell the rain not to drop
Tell the bed not to lay
Like the open mouth of a grave, yeah
Not to stare up at me
Like a calf down on its knees
Tell the rain not to drop
Tell the wind not to blow
'Cause you said so, mmm
Tell the sun not to shine
Not to get up this time, no, no
Let it fall by the way
But don't leave me where I lay down
Tell me love isn't true
It's just something that we do
Tell me everything I'm not but
please don't tell me to stop
Tell the leaves not to turn
But don't ever tell me I'll learn, no, no
Take the black off a crow
But don't tell me I have to go
Tell the bed not to lay
Like the open mouth of a grave, yeah
Not to stare up at me
Like a calf down on its knees
Tell me love isn't true
It's just something that we do
Tell me everything I'm not but
don't ever tell me to stop
Don't you ever
Tell me love isn't true
It's just something that we do
Don't you ever
Tell me everything I'm not but
don't ever tell me to stop
Don't you ever
please don't, please don't,
please don't tell me to stop
Don't you ever tell me (don't you), ever
Don't ever tell me to stop
Tell the rain not to drop
Tell the bed not to lay
Like the open mouth of a grave, yeah
Not to stare up at me
Like a calf down on its knees
Voyeur
Anderson Cooper
Annie Lennox
Depeche Mode
Dolce & Gabanna men's fashion shows, winter
George Michael
Madonna
QuickTime Trailers
Tartan Extreme Horror
TEXAS
Annie Lennox
Depeche Mode
Dolce & Gabanna men's fashion shows, winter
George Michael
Madonna
QuickTime Trailers
Tartan Extreme Horror
TEXAS
Labels: voyeur video visual
ten.
Annie Lennox
Depeche Mode
Fatboy Slim
George Michael
Madonna
Mika
Pet Shop Boys
Queen
Scissor Sisters
TEXAS
Now you know I'm a real fag.
Gets worse when you know the lyrics.
Depeche Mode
Fatboy Slim
George Michael
Madonna
Mika
Pet Shop Boys
Queen
Scissor Sisters
TEXAS
Now you know I'm a real fag.
Gets worse when you know the lyrics.
Labels: Annie Lennox, Depeche, fatboy slim, George Michael, mika, Pet Shop Boys, Queen, Scissor Sisters, Texas
Friday, August 24, 2007
Quote|Unquote
It is the heart that makes a man rich.
He is rich according to what he is,
not according to what he has.
Note to my nasty bank manager:
you can check my balance any day.
Being overdrawn in this manner
is a gift, not a liability.
He is rich according to what he is,
not according to what he has.
Note to my nasty bank manager:
you can check my balance any day.
Being overdrawn in this manner
is a gift, not a liability.
Labels: quote|unquote
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
actually
I'm so fucking disgusted with everything I see and hear,
I don't even WANT to spend time with my fingers glued to my keyboard.
I don't even WANT to spend time with my fingers glued to my keyboard.
Birthday warbler
Tori Amos.
(This is only here because CEP would kill me for not recognizing this very important day in music history!)
(This is only here because CEP would kill me for not recognizing this very important day in music history!)
Labels: Tori Amos
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
To paraphrase...
"I'm just wild about Harry" Helmsley was asked, late in his life after he earned milions upon millions, if he'd like to help the homeless. His response? "Now why the hell would I want to do a thing like that?"
The New York Times, 21 Aug 2007
The New York Times, 21 Aug 2007
Flash!
Spoken like a true *Queen*
Flash! I love you, but we only have 14 hours to save the earth!
Seems a woman's work is never done.
Never one of Queen's standout efforts, Freddie Mercury's vocal range in the title cut pushes the limits of Waterford crystal. Renewed attention due to a pale and considerably less campy remake is causing quite the furor with The Royal Family...those who consider Freddie Mercury's vocal efforts among his best ever, although largely panned by critics at the time.
You want funny? Two words: Sam Jones!
Labels: Flash Gordon, Freddie Mercury, Queen
It's a dark road
the video
And that is a Wonder Woman costume.
Dig the bracelets!
Dig the bracelets!
Labels: Annie Lennox, Dark Road, Songs of Mass Destruction
Monday, August 20, 2007
Funnier.
Once upon a time lived a beautiful Queen with voluptuous breasts.
Nick the Dragon Slayer obsessed over the Queen for this reason.
He knew that the penalty for his desire would be death should he try to touch them, but he had to try.
One day Nick revealed his secret desire to his colleague, Horatio the Physician, the King's chief doctor.
Horatio thought about this and said that he could arrange for Nick to more than satisfy his desire, but it would cost him 1000 gold coins to arrange it.
Without pause Nick readily agreed to the scheme.
The next day, Horatio made a batch of itching powder and poured a little bit into the Queen's brassiere while she bathed.
Soon after she dressed, the itching commenced and grew intense. Upon being summoned to the Royal Chambers to address this incident, Horatio informed the King and Queen that only a special type of saliva, if applied for four hours, would cure this type of itch, and that tests had shown that only the saliva of Nick would work as the antidote to cure the itch.
The King quickly summoned Nick. Horatio then slipped Nick the antidote for the itching powder, which he put into his mouth, and for the next four hours, Nick worked passionately on the Queen's voluptuous and magnificent breasts.
The Queen's itching was eventually relieved, and Nick left satisfied and hailed as a hero. Upon returning to his chamber, Nick found Horatio demanding his payment of 1,000 gold coins. With his obsession now satisfied, Nick couldn't have cared less and, knowing that Horatio could never report this matter to the King, and with a laugh told him to get lost.
The next day, Horatio slipped a massive dose of the same itching powder into the King's underwear.
The King immediately summoned Nick.
The moral of the story - Pay your bills.
Nick the Dragon Slayer obsessed over the Queen for this reason.
He knew that the penalty for his desire would be death should he try to touch them, but he had to try.
One day Nick revealed his secret desire to his colleague, Horatio the Physician, the King's chief doctor.
Horatio thought about this and said that he could arrange for Nick to more than satisfy his desire, but it would cost him 1000 gold coins to arrange it.
Without pause Nick readily agreed to the scheme.
The next day, Horatio made a batch of itching powder and poured a little bit into the Queen's brassiere while she bathed.
Soon after she dressed, the itching commenced and grew intense. Upon being summoned to the Royal Chambers to address this incident, Horatio informed the King and Queen that only a special type of saliva, if applied for four hours, would cure this type of itch, and that tests had shown that only the saliva of Nick would work as the antidote to cure the itch.
The King quickly summoned Nick. Horatio then slipped Nick the antidote for the itching powder, which he put into his mouth, and for the next four hours, Nick worked passionately on the Queen's voluptuous and magnificent breasts.
The Queen's itching was eventually relieved, and Nick left satisfied and hailed as a hero. Upon returning to his chamber, Nick found Horatio demanding his payment of 1,000 gold coins. With his obsession now satisfied, Nick couldn't have cared less and, knowing that Horatio could never report this matter to the King, and with a laugh told him to get lost.
The next day, Horatio slipped a massive dose of the same itching powder into the King's underwear.
The King immediately summoned Nick.
The moral of the story - Pay your bills.
Funny.
Dick Cheney and George W. Bush were having breakfast at the White House.
The attractive waitress asks Cheney what he would like, and he replies,"I'd like a bowl of oatmeal and some fruit."
"And what can I get for you, Mr. President?"
George W. looking up from his menu,
replies with his trademark wink and slight grin,....
"How about a quickie this morning?"
"Why, Mr. President!" the waitress exclaims "How rude! You're starting to act like Mr. Clinton!"
As the waitress storms away,
Cheney leans over to Bush and whispers..........
"It's pronounced, 'Quiche'".
The attractive waitress asks Cheney what he would like, and he replies,"I'd like a bowl of oatmeal and some fruit."
"And what can I get for you, Mr. President?"
George W. looking up from his menu,
replies with his trademark wink and slight grin,....
"How about a quickie this morning?"
"Why, Mr. President!" the waitress exclaims "How rude! You're starting to act like Mr. Clinton!"
As the waitress storms away,
Cheney leans over to Bush and whispers..........
"It's pronounced, 'Quiche'".
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Aural Sex
the gift that keeps on giving

Let me get this, er, straight.
I'm wild about The Mix – 2006, and I even bought the 3disc package.
Say my buddy really grooves on that frequency,
and he says *dude! I really gotta swallow this one*
and I tell him to lock it up, and he takes it home.
Does that mean I just gave my buddy HED?
Did I swallow too, just 'cause I'm into the aural KANDI too.
Word.
Labels: aural sex, dance music, HED KANDI, Spit or Swallow?




























