Welcome to the home
of Dolethrus, the Runemaster,
a god birthed from the
wellspring of creativity known as
Prince Boris, and now taken on as my own
Tap Dot's head and let Dolethrus inspire
you are, Blanche, you are in that chair!"
(because it is all about hurt and Southern Comfort)
1 oz Southern Comfort
2 lemon wedges
Combine ingredients in a small juice glass.
Cover top of glass with hand.
Shake the shit out of glass.
Find an attractive person and
wipe hand on said person's ass.
Drink shooter style.
Wince. Shudder. Repeat.
helped put this page together.
The sun really does shine out of his ass,
and all his ducks are in a row.
I will always love you for this.
"If you want to be happy, be.”"
― Leo Tolstoy
crazy; not legally responsible for one's actions.--in-san'i-ty n.
song says, you may be right--I may be crazy!!
"Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power.”
was determined that in fiction anyway two men should fall in love and
remain in it for the ever and ever that fiction allows."
paramasturbatory illusions that you
believe will give your life meaning and
significance, which your pathetic social
maladjustment makes impossible to find
-Maurice, X-Files: How the Ghosts Stole Christmas
In my world, the coffee is strong as death, black as hell and sweet as love (and always made by Ianto Jones).
The smoking section is always open. Fox Mulder is always just as close as my dvdplayer,
Slow Motion Walter is always more than just a blues song, and the Gunmen always visit on Friday.
Bunnies and bears always frolic in my living room, Blair Sandburg is always the bottom,
there is always a next Sunday, everything's Benedict and nothing hurts,
and finally, the Blanches are always shaken, never stirred.
That's enough to be going on with, don't you think?
Remember, the 21st Century is when everything changes....
Copyright 2000-17 Michele. All rights reserved. I went to law school.