Big Carl is a dear and helps me to ski the World Wide Web. We read Soren's blog, and those of his lovely friends, and we noticed that everyone was chattering about their music. I'm a hipster granny so I'm doing the meme too. I usually listen to aggressive chroniX on the wireless, but for group sex sessions, I pull out my gramophone to play some old disc records. Here are some good fucking albums.
Orion Reborn was the king. Well, until he was blown away in a robbery in his porn shop. He is especially popular for the Eyes Wide Shut masquerade parties. It was at one of these events that my poor old eye problems began, but I don't talk about that until after my 9th Mai Tai.
This is a bit mellow for my liking but it's named after me. No, not the band name you whippersnapper, the album name. You ever heard of the Great Fire of London? Well, it wasn't me and don't let anyone tell you differently.
Poor dears. They're blind and they have heart problems.
Anything goes once this gypsy comes on. We dance around until it's Rose's turn to blow Gabriel Blow. I get a kick out of this one.
We don't ever listen to this. The men in the group use the cover as a fluffer.
I add this to the mix because I'm an old romantic at heart. If loving is wrong I don't want to be right.
We're all fond of the wooden lad.
And I will be soon too if I don't get me nap. All this sitting at the typewriter has exhausted me. Ta-ra dearie.
4 comments:
I knew you had taste ever since I licked that phlegm you sent me. I was watching Roy Orbinson then you have Orion Reborn and my mind started to wonder and I made up a song that's now stuck in my hed, "pretty onion, rolling doon the street, pretty onion, it smells more worse than my feet" yes I neglected to take my meds today, well I'm off, if you can't be with the one you love then love the one you're with, the two Jehovah witnesses about to walk up my path will sure be surprised.
Oh dear, no that was Big Carl's jizz, not my phlegm. I saw your posts Sexy Sunday, I Now Take Deliveries Around the Back, and Lets Bust Some Ass, and thought you wanted some man-juice. Surely it would be a nice change after all that old twat (excluding me own fresh-as-a-daisy).
Was that Ethel Merman's Stevie Nicks phase?
where can I get a copy of The Frivolous Five?
We need fluffers at the Gimcrack.
(sorry I forgot to bring cake again)
Post a Comment