Posted on 06/20/2008 5:20:26 AM PDT by Lucky9teen
Wierd. I don’t see her rotating. She move left and right and left and right. What does that mean?
Are you lying on your back?
LOL. I am now.
tehe...
Clockwise
Hm; family-hater at FR. Odd.
My wife’s first cousin works at ASU. I was talking to her one night and she told me how hot it was down there. I made the mistake of saying, “but it’s a dry heat”, and she replied, “so’s a blowtorch!”
It looks like Phyllis Diller got herself a new ring.
Well cheating in Photoshop-ImageReady looking at static frame 32 you can convince yourself that you are looking at either her face or the back of her head. Depending on which your brain chooses stepping the frame in either direction confirms your illusion.
I thought it was James Carville trying his hand at cross-dressing??
Percy Faith! Yes!
It ain’t just AZ and FL, either. Here on the VA coast, we have our share of 98/98 days.
They say it’s not the heat, it’s the humidity.
PHOOEY!!!! When it’s 100% humidity and snowing at 32 degrees I ain’t sweating!!!!! IT’S THE HEAT!!!
You wouldn’t know what Fang looks like, wouldja?
Cassettes?? I still have some 45’s!
here’s a song....Junk Food Junkie by Larry Groce
You know I love that organic cooking
I always ask for more
And they call me Mr. Natural
On down to the health food store
I only eat good sea salt
White sugar don’t touch my lips
And my friends is always
Begging me to take them
On macrobiotic trips
Yes, they are
Oh, but at night I stake out my strongbox
That I keep under lock and key
And I take it off to my closet
Where nobody else can see
I open that door so slowly
Take a peek up north and south
Then I pull out a Hostess Twinkie
And I pop it in my mouth
Yeah, in the daytime I’m Mr. Natural
Just as healthy as I can be
But at night I’m a junk food junkie
Good lord have pity on me
Well, at lunchtime
You can always find me
At the Whole Earth Vitamin Bar
Just sucking on my plain white yogurt
From my hand thrown pottery jar
And sippin’ a little hand pressed cider
With a carrot stick for dessert
And wiping my face
In a natural way
On the sleeve of my peasant shirt
Oh yeah
Ah, but when that clock strikes midnight
And I’m all by myself
I work that combination
On my secret hideaway shelf
And I pull out some Fritos corn chips
Dr. Pepper and an Ole Moon Pie
Then I sit back in glorious expectation
Of a genuine junk food high
Oh yeah, in the daytime I’m Mr. Natural
Just as healthy as I can be
But at night I’m a junk food junkie
Good lord have pity on me
My friends down at the commune
They think I’m pretty neat
Oh, I don’t know nothing about arts and crafts
But I give ‘em all something to eat
I’m a friend to old Euell Gibbons
And I only eat homegrown spice
I got a John Keats autographed Grecian urn
Filled up with my brown rice
Yes, I do
Oh, but folks lately I have been spotted
With a Big Mac on my breath
Stumbling into a Colonel Sanders
With a face as white as death
I’m afraid someday they’ll find me
Just stretched out on my bed
With a handful of Pringles Potato Chips
And a Ding Dong by my head
In the daytime I’m Mr. Natural
Just as healthy as I can be
But at night I’m a junk food junkie
Good lord have pity on me
Quite the accusation there Bib. Care to back that up?
You’re right: it does kinda look like “Captain Cueball” Carville. And he’s been playing around in Mary’s makeup case...
Just following the thread. You?
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