Last night I had lots of strange dreams. The strangest of them all was about Bruce Willis. For whatever reason, he and I were hanging out. He was wearing these tight jeans, and the whole time I was uncomfortably aware that you could totally see his package....which hung down to his knees. I kept suggesting that he not wear such "obscene pants", but he wouldn't hear of it.
Happy Fourth of July ya'll.
Happy Fourth of July ya'll.
The dribbling libertarian says it
The sweet little Goth
With the ears of cloth says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire
Ah, the fabulous Mr. Cave. Perfect for any occasion. A great bit of lyricism.
My, but your Fourth of July inflight experience (over NYC) must have been amazing! What a rich and interesting life you have led for such a young lad. (And an auteur, too! Golly!)
PS: Jesus, your dream sounds like a NIGHTMARE, actually! (Just watched the film "Sin City." Brucey boy was decent, but looked a right WRECK. And that inner tube-lipped Alba girl! Gaaaah!!! What an absolutely HORRENDOUS piece of casting!)
[Edited on Jul 12, 2005 5:30PM]