Showing posts with label sexed up. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sexed up. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Now we know...

...why Heather ended up marrying Tommy Lee instead of David Coverdale.

It's all about how you sell it, baby--and Tawny Kitaen she was not. Yikes!

Admittedly, all of it is cheese, but I have to say--despite fast-forwarding in time to learn of Tawny's slip into drug abuse vs. Heather's amazing longevity--at least at the beginning, TK had the upper hand.



Friday, August 20, 2010

I think...

...this is quite possibly one of the most beautiful videos I've ever watched. It probably helps that I'm from repressed Appalachia/the South. But it's lovely to me.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Jeez. Back in the old days...

...they really knew how to take care of a gal's unpredictable emotions. All she had to do was visit her local doctor for some "water therapy" or "massage."

Nowadays, I have to call an escort for such premium services.

Sears and Roebuck, you have become SO square.

Better go, I feel my uterus floating around. It will soon be up to my neck, and I've got Marco's number on speed dial...


Female Hysteria



Thursday, June 10, 2010

Nothing more needs be said...

...as the title on MadonnaNation says it all: "Madonna strokes her pussy for Dolce and Gabbana."

That's my girl! :)

Madonna strokes her pussy for Dolce & Gabbana on Twitpic