Yeah right. Ms Moorecock tells me there are 9 guys at the door. I says, I'm exhausted......send one home.
LIVE! LIVE! Life is a banquet, and some sorry sons of bitches are starving!
LIVE! LIVE! Life is a banquet, and some sorry sons of bitches are starving!
Oh darling, well no WONDER your always so tired.
ReplyDeleteIf that's your exhausted look I hate to see your rested look.
ReplyDeleteWith your equipment, it is any wonder there are nine guys waiting?
ReplyDeletedon't tell me...the fleet's in town and the mistress ready to entertain one and all! hope the gin tanker trucks made a delivery today...
ReplyDeleteI told him it was fleet week. He got confused and went to the pharmacy and bough a weeks worth of fleets. He been missing all week.
Deletefunny, i woulda guessed you could fit 8, comfortably.
ReplyDeletehe does seem to have alot in common with a ford Grand Torino.
DeleteIs it Saturday night already?
ReplyDeleteWhy your a spitting image of Yvonne DeCarlo!!!!!
ReplyDeleteHahahahaha!
ReplyDeleteI see your not a tee shirt, sweatpants type of relaxer. Did we expect anything less?
ReplyDeleteNine? Isn't that like two hours of work for you?
ReplyDeleteYou poor thing... Seriously, you should've called on a few of us. We'd have been happy to assist you!
ReplyDeleteYou MUST be tired! Poor dear!
ReplyDeleteOh look.....on your back again!
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