Last Thursday slipped by without me mentioning that it was forty-nine years ago that day that James Dean was run off the road by a farmer named Turnipseed. JD died; Turnipseed survived.
My best gal tells me I still look like James Dean (as if I ever did - she's so sweet), though more like Jet Rink at the gala opening of the Emperdor Hotel than like Jim Stark at Griffith Park.
And now I find out Janet Leigh died!
*weeps*
My best gal tells me I still look like James Dean (as if I ever did - she's so sweet), though more like Jet Rink at the gala opening of the Emperdor Hotel than like Jim Stark at Griffith Park.
And now I find out Janet Leigh died!
*weeps*
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missfire:
Sorry, I've been here in spirit, stuff at work is totally NUTS! We deploy in a few weeks and so I do nothing but work. The Navy doesn't look all that fondly at their girls looking at Naked chicks. Even if they're hot. So I check in when I can.....I'll be better once we leave, way more downtime. Thanks for looking out for me though, it's nice to be missed.
darklis:
Actually, I'm Skipper Bubbleshorts of the fifth gamma quadrant. Have you heard of 'em? 