Where’d that come from?

About 20 minutes ago, someone popped into my mind.

And stuck.

And as the minutes ticked by, it felt like a need to get in touch with that person and make sure they were alright.

Which they were, thankfully.  Better than alright I’d imagine, considering what they were doing.

Why did I felt that overwhelming need to get in touch?  Where do those feelings come from?

What absolute & utter bullshit this is

Spots behind the ears?  Congrats, you’re a virgin!

What a blow to actual investigative work.  I’m just amazed the spots can tell the difference in gay sex, masturbation and heterosexual sex.

Sorry, “Dr” Hong makes me want to hurl.

Heh

A real man is a woman’s best friend. He will
never stand her up and never let her down.
He will reassure her when she feels insecure
and comfort her after a bad day.

He will inspire her to do things she never
thought she could do; to live without fear
and forget regret. He will enable her to
express her deepest emotions and give in to
her most intimate desires. He will make sure
she always feels as though she’s the most
beautiful woman in the room and will enable
her to be the most confident, sexy,
seductive, and invincible.

No wait… sorry… I’m thinking of wine.
Never mind.

Gonzo the Great

does a pretty good Freddie Mercury…

Scaramouch, Scaramouch, will you do the Fandango?