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A blog about simple pleasures, and more complicated stuff as well. Respectfully dedicated to the delicious fruit beverage of my childhood.
About Me
And I shall drive my chariot
Down your streets a-cryin'
"Hey, its me! I'm dynamite
And I don't know why."
Down your streets a-cryin'
"Hey, its me! I'm dynamite
And I don't know why."
Refreshments and Inspirations
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- Statistically Perfect but Sexually Confused
- Reputation Management
- Glowing Green Bunnies! Glowing Green Bunnies!
- Hieronymous Bosch Action Figures
- Women's Petition Against Coffee
- My Queer Studies
- August Bank Holiday
- Beijing 2008
- Now and then I cower
- Top Ten Tips on Having Sex in a Taxi
- Self Portrait No 3
- Drunk Emails
- Paris Hilton Enters Race For President
- Everyone Loves A Tortured Genius
- Smile Like You Mean It
- Crawling From The Wreckage
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- A Dream With Teeth
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Vimto is the name of a delicious mixed fruit drink made by Nichols PLC. Please locate your nearest stockist and start drinking it by the gallon.
8 comments:
apparently so many records were broken because the pool was a meter deeper than the usual Olympic pool and had an extra lane on each side
thus the rebound wave didn't hit the swimmer and slow him/her down, because they had already moved out of it's trajectory
I bet his hard-on slowed him down tho, not good for a sleek profile. . . unless it acted as a rudder
His boasting gesture can be seen to be somewhat of an exaggeration, can't it?
surely my interesting facts about the pool are far more interesting to a couple of intellectuals such as your good self and the lovely vicus, than another man's genetalia. . .
there are things about men that I still don't understand
I need to find me a manual that explains it all
(do you think the man pictured had had a manual? or perhaps he didn't even have a hard on - was just overly proportioned)
(see, you've gotten me at it now - NO, *sigh* not a manual - thinking about a man's genetalia)
Sometimes, it's not about how fast you go, but how well you touch the sides.
And sometimes men fall in love with mermaids because they can only see the top half.
"He was still hammered this morning when checking out, almost falling down the stairs whilst still drunk, with five pieces of toast crammed into his pockets. Why was he so tired? Could it have something to do with the bottles of vodka that he brought up from the bar to his room or the three ladies who also spent the night?"
- a report on Michael Phelps' visit to London, 24th August 2008
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