I guess I am Ferf.
I sleep on my upper arms and wake up with sore shoulder blade muscles.
I like creme brulee coffee mate, not necessarily in coffee.
Nascar makes me shudder, not the good kind of shudder.
I am staying in Medford now, going to SOU eventually... petrified at the thought of progressing... petrified and ecstatic.
I think this country is in a scary state of affairs, but I feel powerless against it.
My car makes my loins ache, so do Camaro's... sexy 1969 Camaro's, but,
more than anyone, the boyface I've come to adore, makes me ache.
I can't drive a stick and its embarassing.
Bears make me happy.
I sleep on my upper arms and wake up with sore shoulder blade muscles.
I like creme brulee coffee mate, not necessarily in coffee.
Nascar makes me shudder, not the good kind of shudder.
I am staying in Medford now, going to SOU eventually... petrified at the thought of progressing... petrified and ecstatic.
I think this country is in a scary state of affairs, but I feel powerless against it.
My car makes my loins ache, so do Camaro's... sexy 1969 Camaro's, but,
more than anyone, the boyface I've come to adore, makes me ache.
I can't drive a stick and its embarassing.
Bears make me happy.
dr_ew:
Thats all great and all, but 69 camaros?