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 is a wise man who makes a career of providing quotes, for the dollar-to-word ratio is fantastic. Eat your heart out, novelists.”-Beenjammin Lynn-Frank Fortune 500 CookieYou! In the yellow shirt! You’re going to have an awful week. Move along now. This is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius, but your lifetime ban from the municipal aquarium still applies. Those repressed childhood memories you’ve been having about animal abuse and a shady-looking construction site? That was Donkey Kong. Try eating something with at least 17 letters in it this week: mailboxes and Alpha-Bits don’t count. Your lucky dong accessories: ornaments, jingle bells, argyle cock sock, festive wreath, racing stripe, spare donut.Try again later. Top-Selling Halloween Masks
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