I think making love with Michelle McGee, the woman with whom Jesse James cheated on Sandra Bullock, would be like having an LSD flashback.
I think making love with Michelle McGee, the woman with whom Jesse James cheated on Sandra Bullock, would be like having an LSD flashback.
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I never understood what Bullock saw in that pseudo-tough guy. Maybe it's the bad boy thing.
But Jesse and this terrifying womanoid seem like a perfect match. Their arm tattoos look exactly the same to me.
They were made, literally, for each other.
Oh, please, guys, ... come on, are you kidding. I could think of worse things to do with my free time, ... :-)
Tell us, oh wise one, what is this "free time" of which you speak?
Tsk, tsk, tsk - free time, grasshopper, even though it is rarely free, is the time you are not at work or otherwise doing work tasks - stay off the laptop at home, ... :-)
Here's a fun game kids! Take a look at that tattooed lady and try to make a list of diseases you might NOT be exposed to during a moment of intimacy with her. Maybe scurvy. After that, I'm blank.
So, ... a tattooed body automatically equates to some kind of disease, huh Littlejohn ? Perhaps I should pass that along to my youngest daughter, a well known and respected tattoo artist in the Houston area. Or perhaps you're equating simply having the tattoos with some moral defect in her character so therefore there must be others ? Please elaborate so I can properly warn my obviously lost child, ... (who just happens to turn 30 this year and earns a pretty good living at her craft.)
Amen Larry. And let's not forget all these WWII and Korean vets, especially the guys who served in the Navy with their big honking women tats on their back. I have a neighbor who has a Betty Grable likeness from the base of his neck to the crack of his butt, in color no less. Very impressive.
He also has a slew of medals for heroism; served both in WWII and Korea.
Sheesh, the stereotypes of anything not vanilla.
AJ
I feel compelled to note that I was making a mere ocular observation, not a value judgment -- you know, pointing out how the experience would be like the LSD trip pheenomenon of undulating and pulsating shapes and vivid colors. But that seems ... oh, my God, what was that sound?!
Ha, Leo, do your flashbacks have a Doors soundtrack too?
Nooooo. Hendrix and Zeppelin.
Funny how things go astray, huh, ...