...yeah, I see how it goes.
Lenten meditations and excitement? Nuthin.
Boobs? I get COMMENTS.
Well, it'll be BOOBS from now on!
(Love y'all!)
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12 comments:
You could of course combine the two subjects ;-)
No, seriously, I prefer the Lenten meditations. I'm just a lurker.
Hilbert, you rock. :)
Hi Hilbert...Happy Palm Sunday! (To you too, dear one with mice in your bra). It's been too long.
My hubby confidently asserted "she wasn't wearing the bra when she put the mice in it...." And he didn't look at the pictures when he found out the furry truth! What a gentleman.
Hee!
He's totally allowed to. There's nothing showing that doesn't hang out in a decent swimsuit! Except for the mice.
Having a lovely, brain-altering Lent. You? :)
Well, what did you expect when you put mouse and boobs in the same post? I would have been thrown out of the humourists union if I had missed that opportunity for a cheap pun at your expense.
Please keep them coming. I don't get enough quality material to work with.
Oh, yeah, one of the great ones.
Bless you, O Mad One. :)
*greets Kate and Sophia*
I'm late as always on checking comment follow-ups. But don't worry because it's Holy Week and I'm about to sing for days in a row. This is about the only time of year I wish I were a monk ;-)
You probably keep Lent much harder than I ever could, even when I was a "real Catholic." (Does saying that require me to grunt in a manly way and flex my muscles?)
I don't know if it's _required_, Hilbert, but the thought has a certain appeal. ;)
The sight of me flexing my (nonexistent) muscles would be so ludicrous that the baryons observing it in the vicinity would immediately undergo catastrophic strong force reversal, which would result in a wave of total dissociation rippling out through space-time to annihilate all matter as we know it. Plus the manly grunting would be tasteless ;-P
o.O
...Hilbert, you know I love you, right?
Awww :-) You're a sweetheart, Kate. You too, Sophia!
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