When I was a kid I used to watch Thriller all the time –
Remember how huge this was? I used listen to this album (especially this song) over and over…. And this video scared the bejesus out of me.
We all loved Michael Jackson back then, and don’t even try to fucking lie and say you don’t — because you are a LIAR:) Oh and we all did that weird zombie nerdy dance they do too:)
I know I did:)
Well cover me in whip cream and lick it all off!!! I think I’d be up to the challenge to have quiet sex:)
SINGAPORE (Reuters) – Singapore Airlines, the first operator of the new Airbus A380, has dashed the hopes of sexual thrill-seekers planning to engage in amorous activity aboard the world’s biggest jumbo jet.
The carrier said it would ask passengers on the A380 to refrain from sex while ensconced in one of its 12 first-class suites, which boast the world’s first airborne double beds.
“All we ask of customers, wherever they are on our aircraft, is to observe standards that don’t cause offence to other customers and crew,” the company told Reuters in a statement.
“Nothing different applies for our Singapore Airlines Suites customers.”
While private, the double cabins are neither sound proofed nor completely sealed.
Singapore Airlines, the world’s second-largest airline by market value, started commercial flights of the double-decker A380 last week with a Singapore-Sydney service.
“So they’ll sell you a double bed, and give you privacy and endless champagne and then say you can’t do what comes naturally?” Tony Elwood, who traveled with wife Julie in a suite aboard the inaugural flight, told the Times of London.
“They seem to have done everything they can to make it romantic, short of bringing round oysters,” Julie said. “I’d say they shouldn’t really complain, should they?”
Okay so I am probably going to piss of a 1/3 of the world as I know it but I gotta say it. “I really don’t get cat people” – you know those people who have oodles of cats as pets. For that matter I don’t get those people who have oodles of dogs either or hamsters, rats, birds. Not unless you live on a farm I guess.
We had a cat growing up and a dog. And it was good and we loved the cat and dog and they loved us and we snuggled with them and played with them. But we didn’t have like 10 of each. A “menagerie” as my grandma would say.
Maybe it’s me and I’m the weird one.
With all that being said we have two dogs and a fish. And that’s plenty for me.
I found myself in a bind. I was dressed to the nines, great hair, great make up – on my way to a little soiree and I realized I was without fragrance. WCD never ever attends any function without wearing her signature fragrance which happens to be
Eternity by CK. So I stopped at Macy’s walked through the fragrance isle, looked about zeroed in on my fragrance, told the clerk my woe — she was very kind. She sprayed me down — and I ended up buying a travel bottle of it. And away I went.
Years ago I would have thought that to be tack – now just resourceful!
Does this mean we can all get along and be friends?
That’s the topic that’s been bothering me lately. I like to think politically I am an Independent. I get lot’s of “tsk tsk tsk’s” from both sides of the political sphere because of that. And you know what -I hate “tsk tsk tsk” — that’s judgmental and shaming as far as I am concerned. I like to think and decide things based on the circumstances and the issue, not by labels. Labels are for dividing into groups; where-as I believe it is better to unite into a whole. But it depends? Maybe my head’s up my ass.
Does liberal mean being compassionate, pro-government, and anti-business? If so that’s not me. I am pro-government on some things. But I am so not anti-business. And what does equality for everyone mean exactly?
Do I believe in equality for every person, and do I consider yourself universally empathetic? I am not sure what that means either.
I know I want the right to have a say what happens to my body. I don’t want the government telling me what’s okay and what’s not okay. I know I want the freedom to practice any religious belief I want, even if it’s not the mainstream. I also know I work very hard for my money and don’t feel everyone should have a free ride. Well — let me back up a bit. If you are able bodied then you should work and you shouldn’t be eligible for welfare, that goes for those mom’s who continue to procreate on purpose to use the system. That pisses me off. However, if you have a true disability and can’t work then that’s what the program is for.
Anyhow, my real question is do Liberals, Republicans and Independents think organically and fundementally on a different level — and can they all get along? I hear a lot of the time “I could never be friends with a Liberal” or “No way could I ever be friends with or have a relationship with a Republican, fundementally we are too different.”
Because I am Independent does that mean I get along with everyone?
Or am I just weird.
Not to ask the freaking checker at our local grocery store how she is. Holy Mary Mother Joeseph. It took her t w e n t y minutes to check my groceries in-between pausing to tell me how bad her Lupus is and Fibromyalgia, as well as her depression and the fact she isn’t moist anymore.
My eyes glazed over when she began about the barometric pressure, and I threw up a little in my mouth when she said she wasn’t moist anymore — “Everything’s dry as a bone, it makes intimacy most difficult”.
However, what was worth it was the look on the PIC’s face when I said “You know this checker over here talks way too much. Not only did it take 20 minutes to get through her line, but I had to hear her litany of health issues. And did you know she has a moisture issue now? She’s dry as a bone and it makes intimacy most difficult.”
He was drinking a cup of Starbucks, and he choked on it. Satisfied I smiled and said — “Have a nice day Tom.” And went on my merry way.
When I got home after unloading my groceries I wrote on my chalk board 100 times:
“I will not ask the checkers at the grocery store how they are.”
I volunteered up at my son’s school today — and I worked with some of the other volunteer mothers. They were all pretencious bitches with their quadruple shot latte’s, cell phones set to the latest Justin Timberlake single, and too much eye makeup. They are also a good ten years younger than myself — and I don’t club anymore, while they still do.
This is going to be a looong school year.
I laughed so hard I almost pee’d my pants…
http://video.yahoo.com/video/play?vid=1197846
The lyrics below…
Get up now
Get up now
Get up out of bed
Wash your face
Brush your teeth
Comb your sleepy head
Here’s your clothes
And your shoes
Hear the words I said
Get up now
Get up and make your bed
Are you hot?
Are you cold?
Are you wearing that?
Where’s your books and your lunch and your homework at?
Grab your coat and your gloves and your scarf and hat
Don’t forget you got to feed the cat
Each your breakfast
The experts tell us it’s the most important meal of all
Take your vitamins so you will grow up one day to be big and tall
Did you remember the orthodontist will be seeing you at three today?
Don’t forget your piano lesson is this afternoon
So you must play
Don’t shovel
Chew slowly
But hurry
The bus is here
Be careful
Come back here
Did you wash behind your ears?
Play outside
Don’t play rough
Would you just play fair?
Be polite
Make a friend
Don’t forget to share
Work it out
Wait your turn
Never take a dare
Get along
Don’t make me come down there
Clean your room
Fold your clothes
Put your stuff away
Make your bed
Do it now
Do we have all day?
Were you born in a barn?
Would you like some hay
Can you even hear a word I say?
Answer the phone
Get Off the phone
Don’t sit so close
Turn it down
No texting at the table
No more computer time tonight
Your iPod’s my iPod if you don’t listen up
Where you going and with whom and what time do you think you’re coming home?
Say thank you, please, excuse me
Makes you welcome everywhere you roam
You’ll appreciate my wisdom
Someday when you’re older and you’re grown
Can’t wait ‘til you have a couple little children of your own
You’ll thank me for the counsel I gave you so willingly
But right now
I thank you NOT to roll your eyes at me
Close your mouth when you chew
Would appreciate
Take a bite
Maybe chew
Of the stuff you hate
Use your fork
Do not you burp
Or I’ll set you straight
Eat the food I put upon your plate
Get an egg in the door
Don’t get smart with me
Get a Grip
Get up here I’ll count to 3
Get a job
Get a life
Get a PhD
Get a [???]
I don’t care who started it
You’re grounded until your 36
Get your story straight
And tell the truth for once for heaven’s sake
And if all your friends jumped off a cliff
Would you jump too?
If I’ve said it once, I’ve said at least a thousand times before that
You’re too old to act this way
It must be your father’s DNA
Look at me when I am talking
Stand up straighter when you walk
A place for everything
And everything must be in place
Stop crying or I’ll give you something real to cry about
Oh!
Brush your teeth
Wash your face
Get your PJs on
Get in bed
Get a hug
Say a prayer with Mom
Don’t forget
I love you
**KISS**
And tomorrow we will do this all again because a mom’s work never ends
You don’t need the reason why
Because
Because
Because
Because
I said so
I said so
I said so
I said so
I’m the Mom
The mom
The mom
The mom
The mom
Ta-da
Oh goody the rains are here again. The dark kind. The so chilly it goes through your bones kind. And the sad part is we’ll see off and on throughout the entire year. Even in August for cripes sakes when my tomatoes are supposed to be at their peak. A stupid ass horrible cold rain will come howling through and I will stand out there and say “Okay WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!?”
I hate the rain. And I hate the Pacific Northwest. There I said it. Even though I was born and raised in these parts I don’t like them. I have become a midwest kinda girl — I fell in love with Wisconsin and Minnesota and wish to hell I could go back there to live. That’ll never happen. No way will I get my spouse to move. No way in hell. Not unless the best job offer ever came that paid him over 250k a year, and moving expenses and a signing bonus.
So during our dark and gloomy rain storm today the lawyer next door pops over and says — “Oh hi Diva I need a favor.” I was thinking “Okay I’ll blow you, you Brad Pitt look a like.” However I said instead, “Oh what’s do you need?” He went on to tell me that he had two itty bitty old people who needed me to witness the signing of their wills. For some reason I was kind of grossed out by that but I said okay. A few minutes later they came wobbling over and I did the deed. I really really wanted to see who was getting what, but I realize that’s kind of tacky.
Instead I said — “Okay you two kids, you better live at least 50 more years” They laughed and laughed. The lawyer rolled his eyes at me and smiled.
I decided right then and there if I were to ever blow him, I’d bite his balls.
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