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I was thinking of the version on the Dirty Dancing soundtrack, as well as bloody work ringing me up!
But, but, but... Lesley Gore.
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I was thinking of the version on the Dirty Dancing soundtrack, as well as bloody work ringing me up!
But, but, but... Lesley Gore.
I like the lingering smell of wheel bearing grease on a person's hands. There's something a little sexy about knowing they've been working. And I'm not being a smart ass, it's really one of my things.
Said goodbye to the aforementioned Canadian tonight. I'm surprised, I really thought I'd cry. Didn't make it any less painful, of course.
My hands smell vaguely of wheel bearing grease no matter what I use on them. But there will be whoopie pies and pizza dough this weekend as the Kitchen Aid will be back in the line of duty.
Buy some epsom salts, and make a soak by following the directions. Soak your hands for a good 5 to ten minutes (or take a hot bath and just soak) and then use a pumus stone to get all the crud off your hands, but be careful not to rub yourself raw.
Unless you use wheel bearing grease as a lube.I was thinking that a good fisting session might do the trick, actually.
Ever have one of those days where you aren't sure if you should wish you could rewind it and try again or wish that it'd just disappear from your memory forever?
You mean there are days that are NOT like that??!
Women.Men.
See, that there is the difference. . . between being owned and not.
Ever have one of those days where you aren't sure if you should wish you could rewind it and try again or wish that it'd just disappear from your memory forever?
I cannot be everything to everybody all of the time. Especially when there is only one of me.
Just when you think you know everything about your mate...
Funny, I never thought of it that way but damn if he isn't right. I guess he knows me better than I thought. Hm.
Oh man the stars are properly aligning. Tomorrow night, I'm hitting the munch with my current paramour then going on to a club named Antichrist. I can do this only because a friend of a friend has a pair of tickets they can't use, and said friend has asked if I want to exploit this - which I do. I email the club organisers to check my costume is going to be OK - they say yes. This costume, you ask?
I'm going as Arthur Dent.
I'm going to a play club as the embodiment of the unlucky everyman.
It will be awesome.