So did you know that Good ‘n Plenty is an aphrodisiac for women? That’s probably why it’s called Good ‘n Plenty. If ya catch my drift.
Too bad I don’t like licorice. Or should I say, lickorice.
Now if cheesecake were an aphrodisiac, then you’d be speaking my kind of language. Using my kind of currency. Walking my doggie.
I made that last one up. Sounds good though, eh? (more…)
So first of all, I’m feeling alot better about this play. I even wore spike heels today in hopes that I would trip running down the stairs, but after we went through our lines a few times, I made sure to walk extra carefully.
So you all need to come see it the last 2 weekends of June. It’s full of British humour, innuendo, and Liz in her “smalls.” I, prefer to call them “skivvies” or “underpants,” but the script calls them “smalls.” I always thought he was a rapper.
A rapper like Matthew. I mean, I -am- one of those rap guys’ girlfriends. (more…)
So a few nights ago, I offered to help an anonymous friend clean her house. Let’s call her lady.
Lady: Will you really?
Liz: Sure, I don’t have anything better to do.
Lady: Oh, Liz, I’ll eat your pussy.
Liz: *laughs*
Lady: You can’t blog that!
Just for the record, she didn’t. Sadly.
So I had this crazy dream last night. It was one of those ridiculous/ scary dreams: (more…)