The world’s a nicer place in my beautiful balloonIt wears a nicer face in my beautiful balloonWe can sing a song and sail along the silver skyFor we can fly, wee, we can flyUp, up and away in my beautifulMy beautiful balloon- Up, Up And Away: Nancy SinatraA biscuit is called such because in the original process, the goods would be baked once, and then dried in a second baking process, thus putting the bis in biscuit.Removing the water from the baked goods allowed them to be kept longer without spoilage.Used in a normal sentence:“Instead of a ball, hockey employs a rubber biscuit.”
I’m not sure if that’s a boy or a girl? But those biscuits don’t belong in my breadbox, nohow, so I’ll just pay it no nevermind. (Think I’ll mosey off to the kitchen and make some cinnamon buns.)
(I’m very fond of that song, BrassOrchid. So I hope you don’t mind if I also go with a song.) •
Well I never been much for admitting things That’s why it’s all so hard to say That I’m head over heels in love with your kind of insanity And if it please Your Highness on a sunny day sometime Can I take your picture in the park with silk and satin on?
Star Baby, flashy little shiny little two-timin’ mama Star Baby, shiny little flashy little lovin’ machine…
Got no deeds to do, No promises to keep. I’m dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep. Let the morning time drop all its petals on me. Life, I love you, All is gravy.
Meh~tdology, fka Pepelaputr over 9 years ago
My beeswax is my own beesness.
Last Rose Of Summer Premium Member over 9 years ago
Eat any more gravy and you won’t get into those pants.
Sisyphos over 9 years ago
Can’t really say as I’d favor the Gravy Life, Kasey (or should I say Kacey?)….
*Hot Rod* over 9 years ago
Only my hairdresser knows (nose) for sure.
Brass Orchid Premium Member over 9 years ago
The world’s a nicer place in my beautiful balloonIt wears a nicer face in my beautiful balloonWe can sing a song and sail along the silver skyFor we can fly, wee, we can flyUp, up and away in my beautifulMy beautiful balloon- Up, Up And Away: Nancy SinatraA biscuit is called such because in the original process, the goods would be baked once, and then dried in a second baking process, thus putting the bis in biscuit.Removing the water from the baked goods allowed them to be kept longer without spoilage.Used in a normal sentence:“Instead of a ball, hockey employs a rubber biscuit.”
Arianne over 9 years ago
I’m not sure if that’s a boy or a girl? But those biscuits don’t belong in my breadbox, nohow, so I’ll just pay it no nevermind. (Think I’ll mosey off to the kitchen and make some cinnamon buns.)
Arianne over 9 years ago
(I’m very fond of that song, BrassOrchid. So I hope you don’t mind if I also go with a song.) •
Well I never been much for admitting things That’s why it’s all so hard to say That I’m head over heels in love with your kind of insanity And if it please Your Highness on a sunny day sometime Can I take your picture in the park with silk and satin on?
Star Baby, flashy little shiny little two-timin’ mama Star Baby, shiny little flashy little lovin’ machine…
Star Baby – The Guess Who
coltish1 over 9 years ago
Looks like it comes from one of those cheesy ads for x-ray spectacles, the kind that were always on the back cover of comic books.
Meh~tdology, fka Pepelaputr over 9 years ago
Mmm, gravy!
Arianne over 9 years ago
There’s a different texture to the person now, since I posted.
Rotifer FREE BEER & BATH MATS ON FEB. 31st Thalweg Premium Member over 9 years ago
I unwittingly stumbled upon a Gay Pride Parade in Fayettenam last Saturday. I saw a lot of pants that looked very similar.
P.S. ATTENTION WOMEN OF THE PLANET EARTH: I love each and every one of you, but some of you should not wear spandex.
finale over 9 years ago
Chic!……the very latest in sensuous trusses..“Living with a Hernia” by Weird Al comes to mind.
wilburgarrod over 9 years ago
@Rotifer ThalwegWe designate you as the OFFICAL SPANDEX PATROL monitor
Happy, happy, happy!!! Premium Member over 9 years ago
Meh~tdology, fka Pepelaputr over 9 years ago
*Hot Rod* over 9 years ago
Air biscuits and gravy.
Arianne over 9 years ago
Got no deeds to do, No promises to keep. I’m dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep. Let the morning time drop all its petals on me. Life, I love you, All is gravy.