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I had completely forgotten about this song till Ange got me thinking about lesbian songs in the Lit blog thread.

This is one of my most FAVORITE songs! I think the chicks in this video are too cool.
 
Bloody fucking hell!!!!!
Is nothing safe anymore?
That was like finding out the fudge in your favorite brownies really ain't chocolate. WTF?! :(

What's your problem? At least you don't have them in the grocery stores - YET!

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What's your problem? At least you don't have them in the grocery stores - YET!

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I thought those were Coney Island Whitefish.

Must be an east coast thing.

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That bears a disturbing resemblance to something from the seafood counter.
Squid, perhaps? It's official....I'm off calamari.
And to think, I was gonna cook fish tomorrow. :rolleyes:
 
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That bears a disturbing resemblance to something from the seafood counter.
Squid, perhaps? It's official....I'm off calamari.
And to think, I was gonna cook fish tomorrow. :rolleyes:

Hey, they are both chewy! Condon Strips cost less and they stay fresh longer, but they are a bitch to clean!
 
So, I was a little freaked out yesterday. Not sure "freaked" is the appropriate word. Perhaps "intrigued" would be more accurate.

I was smoking a cigarette yesterday when I accidentally flicked the hot cherry right off the end of the cigarette. It fell. It landed on the page of an open book. I hurry used my cigarette to push down on the cherry and lift it off the book all the while wondering which book I was ruining.

I put the cig out and turned on my bedroom light to inspect the book. I lifted the book off the floor and looked at the damage... or lack thereof. The book wasn'burned at all. There wasn't even a mark on it.

What was the book? The Bible.

Weird, huh?

Now, of course, Bibles are made from a strange paper. I don't even know what the paper is made of, but the pages seem so thin, so vulnerable. Apparently, looks are deceiving.

-Sheila
 
So, I was a little freaked out yesterday. Not sure "freaked" is the appropriate word. Perhaps "intrigued" would be more accurate.

I was smoking a cigarette yesterday when I accidentally flicked the hot cherry right off the end of the cigarette. It fell. It landed on the page of an open book. I hurry used my cigarette to push down on the cherry and lift it off the book all the while wondering which book I was ruining.

I put the cig out and turned on my bedroom light to inspect the book. I lifted the book off the floor and looked at the damage... or lack thereof. The book wasn'burned at all. There wasn't even a mark on it.

What was the book? The Bible.

Weird, huh?

Now, of course, Bibles are made from a strange paper. I don't even know what the paper is made of, but the pages seem so thin, so vulnerable. Apparently, looks are deceiving. -Sheila

Damn Sheila! Did you have Rod Serling there in bed with you or what?
 
I'm in New York. She was transferred to another hospital for more tests. Surgery looms on the horizon.

Please think on her, pray, send mojo, something.

I drove ten and a half hours yesterday to spend fifteen minutes with her, and had to beg the nurses to get that much as it was after visiting hours. I hate hospitals. I hate that my girl is stuck in that bed. I hate feeling small, and weak, and powerless to help her.
 
I'm in New York. She was transferred to another hospital for more tests. Surgery looms on the horizon.

Please think on her, pray, send mojo, something.

I drove ten and a half hours yesterday to spend fifteen minutes with her, and had to beg the nurses to get that much as it was after visiting hours. I hate hospitals. I hate that my girl is stuck in that bed. I hate feeling small, and weak, and powerless to help her.

Hearts and hopes and prayers for you and yours Hommie.
 
I'm in New York. She was transferred to another hospital for more tests. Surgery looms on the horizon.

Please think on her, pray, send mojo, something.

I drove ten and a half hours yesterday to spend fifteen minutes with her, and had to beg the nurses to get that much as it was after visiting hours. I hate hospitals. I hate that my girl is stuck in that bed. I hate feeling small, and weak, and powerless to help her.
The worst part of this is the wait. As a heart patient I understand the bed side of the sheets. You feel like a piece of ill and aching meat and that part of you that is kind and understanding forgives, yet the selfish child inside is in a pit of suffering hysteria.

I have been on the bedside chair side of the sheets while watching last year's battle with a ruined right arm. It is torture to watch a beloved go through it.

I offer you the words that have become a litany:

Tomorrow brings a new normal. Life will find its happiness, because, like water, the soul follows the path of least resistance. Hope is not an empty word. Things will return to normal.
 
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I hope not.. considering he's white & dead! Two major strikes against him!

Hey, Chickie! I'M not the one living an episode of the Twilight Zone with a fireproof Bible!

Besides, far be it from me to made derogatory comments about other people's sexual preferences. :D

BTW are you sure he's dead? I heard that white guys weren't all that lively in bed anyway. :devil:
 
Hey, Chickie! I'M not the one living an episode of the Twilight Zone with a fireproof Bible!

Besides, far be it from me to made derogatory comments about other people's sexual preferences. :D

BTW are you sure he's dead? I heard that white guys weren't all that lively in bed anyway. :devil:
Most bibles are made to endure in the bedside table drawer of every hotel room in (at least) North America. You don't want Satan's minions, like lesbians, gays and <gasp!> smokers to be able to flush it, burn it or read it... Do you?
 
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