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4 comments:
Oh sweet fancy Moses! That's the stuff dreams are made of. Dreams that start with a bottle or two of wine, some garlic fries, and maybe some brownie batter... Well, that's how mine are anyway after a night like that. Yeeeesh.
I'm sad I didn't find it first and make it a part of "What to Watch on Wednesday" my new weekly addition to my page. Stay tuned... this week's a doozie (How the heck is that word spelled??) Doosie, Deusee, Duzi, no idea.
I like doozie... wait, when you type it, it seems weird. Doosie. Doozey. Hmmm...
Like, I want to dance like Barbara when I'm 84! Well, really, I'd like to dance like Barbara NOW, OK??
Al, there is no better mental picture than of you, my big Italian beefcake, dancing like Barbara with Sven, or whoever that is. Oh, god, the hairy legs, the woolly chest, the weird S and M costuming... it's too much!
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