Beauti-Full
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Full of Fetuses, Full of Lust, Full of Opinions, Full of Sliced Jowel, Full of Baby Boy, Full of Psychoses
posted by Anonymous @ 10:05 PM
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
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9 Comments:
Great shot!
(except the camera was focused on Nikki.... the rest of us are elegantly soft!
Who could have forseen what crazy new paths our lives would take! We were young and beautiful and freezing our asses off in San Francisco! What more could we want?
Not Pictured:
Full of flavor
Full of dangerous ideas
Full of love
Full of shit
Full of delicious meats and cheeses
Full of interesting tidbits
Full of riches
Full of funk
Full of bosom
Full of hot gas
Full of vitamins
Full of vita-men
Full of uncertainty
Full of scrod
Full of the Holy Ghost
Full of adrenaline
Full of wires and circuits and stuff
Full of harmful particulates
Full of sex and violence
Full of fat-free lard
That actually is a very pretty picture. How funny -
The only thing that was missing was the flask!!! Pass the flask down!
Charise, did you slice your jaw on something?
If I would have know how long we were going to be stranded on Treasure Island with naught but a candle to keep us warm I would have been more prepared. I would have ridden in on my personal tauntaun who would be wearing a strap on St. Bernard collar bearing a massive keg of brandy. After the brandy ran out we could have sliced the tauntaun open and sat inside its warm innards waiting for Kurt to return to the island for us.
I still think that is so crazy that happened to you! I was lucky and in the first lot Kurt rescued from the island.
San Francisco is the coldest place I've ever been.
It was just awful. I'm sorry...but that is the lingering "cold" memory - us huddled like Bob Cratchet around those tealights...
Hmm, sad. While all of you beauties were freezing your asses off--I was getting laid.
P.S. Suzy, hop on the jowl train! It's free for friends and family.
Tell me about the jowl!!
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