So whilest googling myself, I found that Liz is a very sexual name. Not only is Liz a brothel mistress, but I also found 5 pornographic novels about Liz, in which 2, Liz is a lesbian, and in one those, she has sex with her DAUGHTER. Wow. So with the name Liz, is it a miracle that I’m not a whore? Do I talk about sex alot because my name is Liz? Think maybe I would be a bit more chaste if I went by “Elizabeth,” or (please no) “Suzanne?” Who knows. Do give me your opinion, though.
Liz was by far the most left-leaning in a pretty liberal family.
Liz was killed in an airplane crash
Liz was raised in the cosmopolitan city of Mexico City
Liz was failing all of her classes and refused to do work. (hahah, now that’s a goodun.)
Liz was also selected as one of the top 100 Irish Americans of 1995. (Don’t call me white)
Liz was the swinging vixen, greedy for love and jewels;
Liz was trash
Liz was admitted to the Hospital for a seven day stay evaluation of the origin, type and extent of her seizures
“A lot of our work was like that, where Liz was out in the field
Liz was enough of a proto-punk, a proto-Goth, that even in the early Seventies, she was fascinated by the darker side of dandyism.
“I’ll make love anywhere” says Liz
Liz insists she will not give up her wild antics. “I love making love outdoors, in bizarre places, and don’t care who catches us at it.” She says. “Life is too short.”
By age 15, Liz was homeless
Liz was always the most energetic of the bunch.
Liz was eventually found, arrested, and sentenced to five years in jail
Liz was released from prison in 1984 on parole, but she still had amnesia.
With no shortage of baggy tops, gaudy bows, and pants with big panels, Liz was
faced with the frustrating truth: �fashion� and �pregnancy� do not always mix.
Liz was the rebel in her family, the one who said “it’s about time.”
Liz was an industrious independent woman who carried on business as a fruit seller
at football matches and other events which attracted a crowd.
Liz was pacing. “I’m not a 44B”
How did the fact that Liz was playing both male and female characters affect the
costumes?
liz was taken to singapore in hopes that i would become a nun on
this island…liz says that backfired big time
Liz was born with a deformed spine, and one leg longer than the …
Liz was convinced they were visitors from outer space
We had been told by previous teachers that Liz was �difficult,�
Liz was bombarded with praises from indie-rock critics.
Liz was a drummer when she was10
Liz was the alpha female.
Liz was also shown throwing a tantrum and sloppily applying make up
A different side of Liz was shown in R18 kiwi porn mag NZX.
Liz was fucking incredible.
Liz was transported to a cosmic universe
Liz was president of our local Jewish Community Center
Liz was hooked. She knew she wanted to race sled dogs.
Liz was very, very pretty. Very popular. You couldn’t dance with her one minute straight without some other guy cutting in.
Liz was about a thousand years older than me.
In addition to gymnastics, Liz was involved in marching band
Liz was right; Bing’s the dad (hahahhahahha! I wonder if Bing read this?)
“Liz” was sitting on the bed breastfeeding her baby while her partner “David” got ready for work.
Liz was shocked, but calmly asked her whose penis she had had in her mouth.
As Donovan hands Liz the three dollars, she unhooks the final two buttons on her blouse and her young firm breasts jiggle free.
Liz was in the process of hating them all.
Liz was going to set up the boys with spa time, but it turned out they just wanted
sushi.
The money Liz was earning from prostituting now was going directly to her pimp,
Liz was raised a poor white hippie child
I was no sooner in the water than Liz was giving me a hard time about how erect
my nipples were
Liz was an extremely attractive young woman, with a body most men drooled over
But the biscuit that Liz was waving around probably had a lot to do with it.
Liz was pregnant.
So a couple of my friends are working at the nursing home, and all of the old ladies just love hog, especially Mrs. McCorkle.
Mrs. McCorkle: Nurse! Nurse! Help Meh!
Hog: (moves her wheelchair)
Mrs. McCorkle: Nurse? I just gotta tell ya somethin’. I love ya.
Hog: I love you, too, Mrs. McCorkle.
Mrs. McCorkle: Ain’t that the strangest thang…
Hog: What do you mean?
Mrs. McCorkle: Well, I don’t know you, and I know you don’t know me, but we just met and we just fell in love with each other…
So after Hog had been working there for a while, Mrs. McCorkle would tell Hog, “You give me lots of pleasure,” and, “You are the only one who can satisfy me.”
Last week:
Mrs. McCorkle: Why don’t you have a seat on my bed?
Hog: (sits down)
Mrs. McCorkle: There, good. Just spread out there.
Hog: (begins to feel uncomfortable)
Mrs. McCorkle: That’s a good bed. I think I’d like to take a nap.
Hog: (begins to get up) Okay, well, I’ll just get another nurse so we can get you into…
Mrs. McCorkle: NO! You stay here. Let’s lock the door, just you and me. (unbuttons her blouse).
I swear. You can’t make that shit up. And the best part is Mrs. McCorkle has Alzheimers, so it took everything she had to get that button unbuttoned.
She still hasn’t gotten anything from Hog, though.
Old Lady: My grandson’s autistic.
Sarah: That’s great!
“Gunter’s in the tree! Gunter’s in the tree!”
- Sarah, apparently forgetting she was married.