Friday, March 05, 2004
Russ never sleeps...
with anyone.
Sunday, February 29, 2004
"Under-foot"
What the hubsters are during the Bleakend. In the way and leaving a trail of dirty cups, dishes and assorted shrapnel everywhere. Of course, as soon as their assistance is required with something, they remember that it is time to start that long awaited project "in the basement".
Friday, February 20, 2004
Moves
I'm sick of Moves
Men make them all the time
Nothing is what they proves
They ain't gettin' none of mine.
First the Moves are put on
Then the Moves are made
They think they can move me like a pawn
But they can go away and...fade.
And then they start e-x-t-e-n-d-i-n-g
And act so sen-su-al
But their d*cks we be bending
And they're headed for a fall.
Men make them all the time
Nothing is what they proves
They ain't gettin' none of mine.
First the Moves are put on
Then the Moves are made
They think they can move me like a pawn
But they can go away and...fade.
And then they start e-x-t-e-n-d-i-n-g
And act so sen-su-al
But their d*cks we be bending
And they're headed for a fall.
Sunday, February 15, 2004
"Why say anything...?"
Lesson learned from Crazy Joe...our mentor.
We cannot go on...but we must.
Our Motto, battle cry and dying words.
Wednesday, February 11, 2004
What's up?
Not much I bet.
Monday, February 09, 2004
Blog on dudettes!
