Harold and Maude...Ahh. I don't find it gross.

I used to break into petshops and liberate the canaries, but then I realized that was an idea way ahead of its time.

The thought of your...young body...comingling with her...withered flesh and...sagging...breasts...and...drooping.........buttocks...makes me...want to vomit.

Go on loving.



On another note...

What do bands get after concerts?
BJ's.


Ice cream, that is.

Current Mood:
peaceful


Oh, yes, and Paul, Pat, Gerry, Bart, and Devon all make me happy today.