Good girls go to Heaven....
Redheads go wherever they damn well please!
Sweets for my sweet, sugar for my honey...is the song that springs to mind.
it's only a matter of time before somebody asks how the 'Hawt Andrew' came about, and I cannot remember the name of the blogger who started it by demanding we not shorten their blogname to just one word ... they said something like"I would appreciate it if you would all call me Blue Peter, and not just Peter" (or something), and quick as a flash HighRiser said "yeah well I would appreciate it if you would all call me HOT Andrew ... "so we do, because he is very easy to look atWishing you a Hot and High Old Time today
Jayne, all he needs is a little dribble of melted chocolate just across those abs.River, honey is so right. You realize that at our age we are looking at Chi1d pR0n.Annie O, it was the Bear from the Blue Mountains.Our dear Drewan deserves a cupcake like this every birthday until he forgets what they're for.
Noice Jahtah.Ann, I would never be so self aggrandising.
Well if you birds reckon it's such a marvellous thing why not go homo yourselves? I'd like to see big woman Jahteh dressed up as a bloke, the shock might cure mother's dementia.
Sorry Andrew, but you did and it's on my blog forever. Still you are hot, now and forever.Robbert, that made me laugh, but with my mane and big bum I'd pass for a draught horse.
Sweetie, are you uncomfortable lying on those hard, driveway pebbles?Come on inside and I'll let you lie on my bed of marshmallows, hot chocolate and whipped cream.....
Jeebus Kath, for all that I would dress up as a bloke.You might want to re-think the hot chocolate, it'll melt the marshmallows and they'll be hard to lick off, oh you clever Lockett you.
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