I love art. I love sculpture. I love ice sculptures that are voluminously full of vodka. And I love the fact that I carry one of the little fire guns, (or whatever those contraptions are called used to light grills) in my purse at all times.
posted by Alexis du Bois @ 6:52 PM
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Oh Alexis! I bet you put that shiny, gaudy, alcohol-filled phallus up your pretty little ass. I bet you also could barely feel it. "Like throwing a fucking hot-dog down a hallway." I bet a lot as you can see. Love!
Ed, as you know, you have to wager big to win big. You know like when you throw the dice and scream out, "Baby Daddy needs shoes!".
As far as feeling it, it was ice you know (knumbing and all). You know me too well, you little buggerer.
I'm staying clear of this one...
Don't stay away; still plenty left, and Ed's ass seems not be be able to take much more than a tougue-lashing. Pity his small hole can't enjoy the finer things in life.
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