Marmalade and Laceby Melissa Torkens ![]() August 19, 2002 Marmalade and lace,
I step on your face as you draw back your bow. Where's the arrow? I don't know. These lovers' games without names… or at least maybe they should be. "Drunken Pump" robs my dignity, couldn't we call it "Double Indemnity"? You Probe me with your Ford while I hum My Sweet Lord and your Contours I memorize. My good name you blasphemise! We meet in the 'twain like orchids in the rain, the drops of which are nearly heard over the blaring Lynard Skynard. As you plunge deep into my soul, in your passion you try the wrong hole. Will your roguish fingers probe my labia? Don't be silly, you know what's a labia. Our souls have spanned all time to be together and in their unity we will last past forever. In your ear I gasp to catch breath, and uh… sure, I guess you can call me Beth.. The stars whisper tonight we will be as one because I see now that Friends is a re-run. Your love is too rich to regret… twenty seconds I will never forget. Quote of the Day“It ain't what you don't know that gets you into trouble. It's what you know for sure that's completely impossible by the laws of physics and laughable to every sane person.”-Mark Twaint Fortune 500 CookieThis is the week you finally snap. All those years spent strengthening your middle finger and thumb are really going to pay off big-time, playa. Try keeping your dehydrated mashed potato flakes and your dandruff collection in different-colored boxes this week, just in case that last date ever comes back. Oh, that autobiography you wrote in l33t? Yeah dude, nobody can read that shit. This week's lucky porn cameos: Jenna Jameson in the pilot of that awesome new Hoarders spin-off, Whoreders, Big Bird in Larry Bird: Big Bird, The Ghost of John Holmes in everything else you watch because you burnt that shit into your plasma, dumbass, and …wait, Ron Jeremy in your wedding video? WTF?Try again later. Best Shakespeare Film Adaptions
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