Brenda Cullerton: The Craigslist Murders: A Novel
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Well. Pennsylvania. Shaw!
Damn you, fish. (You have been smoted!) Damn you, Zombie Clown. Damn you, plover.
I curse the fact that I now know that just because I can type I can now make movies.
Damn you all! Off with your heads!
April 23, 2009 in VIDOES! | Permalink
sa-CREE-fice... sa-CREE-fice... LOL!!!
I thought Chuckie Buckets gave you a pearl necklace...
April 23, 2009 at 08:46 PM
I think you should buy stock in Depends, because these things are ruining my pants.
April 23, 2009 at 09:00 PM
blue girl |
April 23, 2009 at 09:27 PM
I can't dip my toe into that water. I'll never come out alive.
Pinko Punko |
April 24, 2009 at 03:03 AM
love the suit + bra combo. very professional!
April 24, 2009 at 04:11 AM
Zombie Clown?!!! No more BP. Just ZC from henceforward.
And pLover got in on the action? That's harsh. Out he/she/it/bird/goyim's gender. AG knows it! AG knows it!
Adorable Girlfriend |
April 24, 2009 at 10:06 AM
I was waiting for some sexy dancing though. You know, for Chuckie Buckets.
zombie rotten mcdonald |
April 24, 2009 at 10:34 AM
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