Frayed tempers Roger needs a wig. Francine! Tick tock Does anyone have a tardis? Learn Russian at Langenscheidt Mummy, that man has tiny hands Armageddon in D.C – faking it Do not resuscitate Zipped: visceral liberals The devil is real. Going up? What now? Joe Scarborough knows: liar extraordinaire For thirty pieces of silver The … Continue reading →
sunlight streaming in time, clad in beautiful smile precious advent, Christmas eve quiet beast nibbling smiling to the finish-line breakfast is over her water broke it’s going to be a boy procure frankincense and myrrh before six, the baby needs it.
Waking. Dragging dreams. And inferno. The tender loin, aflame with the tortures of Eden: His master’s voice. Knock on wood. Pristine. Predator. Made for murder. Office. First picks – blockers and soft targets. Exhibits. Lunch Ammunition dump Oysters by the dozen Loaded Rearing to go Where the fur runs wild On the Silk Road – … Continue reading →
Mitch Lang indulges the crew with sweet and sticky, tantalising pleasures. The Captain is most pleased. Apricot Dancer You stood there looking down upon me for so long concentrated, appealing glistening and gleaming embodying the essence of summer’s délice. You weren’t wearing much A little white label of hand-written modesty enveloped and examined in my hands stalling … Continue reading →