Another great shot, Andrew. Neon, huh? Can you get any more fab? ;-)
I love this sign too. When I first saw it on King Street, one of my first reactions after the fact that I loved it was that it would look really cool as a Tattoo. But then maybe thats just me.
Dude, do both! I've only got about 40 pics on my Flickr page so far, and a good percentage of them have appeared on her anyway. So in my humble opinion, you 'aint missing much (yet). I'll be adding to my Flickr page as I trawl through all the pics saved on my computer.
My pics, they are legion but all are that interesting.
Tats are on my mind. Maybe on a chakra or somewhere sexy. As if I know where the rest of 'em are. Ya, right.
Looking at a review for "Through the Woods" with Gus Mattox and the pics of "Fitch": he has just the neatest tats. Gosh, they're swell. :P (the pictures are good but the review has lots of spoilers. NSFW)
And of course, my boy Frederic and his below-the-waist extravaganza. And his lips. And the way he looks at me from his shower or with his cocked head. You know, cocked on the side that way?
Oh … Baby boy not a day goes by Without my fantasies I think about you all the time I see you in my dreams (shout out to bodhi and his song lyric propensity)
http://www.cumm.co.uk/photogal/french%201j.htm (SFW - well, not the website the web site is NSFW but the page itself is just pics.)
Yep, when I saw your neon butterflies, petal, I thought, oh yeah, perfect sex chakra or wrist tattoo…. To be done by Ami on Miami Ink, of course. He's genius. And kinda Jason Statham-esque in an American Ultimate Fighter way.
Of course she did. Have you checked out his website? He is SO fucking hot, and even better, SO fucking literate. And funny. Gah, hurt me you bitch straight out of my wet dreams. Daddy, is that you?
OK, Loulou. Come over here and bend over you naughty girl.
And now a little Madonna number for some background musak:
Some girls, they like candy, and others, they like to grind, I’ll settle for the back of your hand somewhere on my behind. Treat me like I’m a bad girl, even when I’m being good to you, I don’t want you to thank me, you can just spank me. mmm.
Some guys like to sweet talk, and others, they like to tease, Tie my hands behind my back and, ooo, I’m in ecstasy. Don’t slobber me with kisses, I can get that from my sisters, Before I get too cranky, you better...
Like hanky panky [hanky panky], Nothing like a good spanky [good spanky]. Don’t take out your handkerchiefs, I don’t wanna cry, I just wanna hanky panky. Like hanky panky [hanky panky], Nothing like a good spanky [good spanky]. Don’t take out your handkerchiefs, I don’t wanna cry, I just wanna hanky panky guy
... and don't even get me started on Tattoo's. Got em, love em.
Might have to start thinking about visiting my cutie Dean at Steel Lotus again sometime. That talented twink inked hottie can can repeatedly jab his humming prick into me for as many hours as he likes *sigh*
Mikey, virgin territory, huh? Hmmmm. Closest I got to being a Virgin lately was flying Virgin Airlines with Rabbit to Brisbane, both ways. (I know, like The Kid said its "almost the very definition of irony").
By the way, does anyone else think it amusing that Virgin is run by British billionare Richard Branson? Yah, the names Richard. So Virgin is being run by a Dick!
Of course, closest I got to doing a Virgin is entirely another story ...
And now I'm yearning a bit to hear the real Aussie deal. Again. It's a distinct pull I feel.
PS We are having the most amazing and loud lightning storm here right now. Odd for us in November. A couple times I swear I've heard the air hissing before the thunder came.
Mate, fair dinkum, if you wanna hear some strain spoken by a true blue Aussie then ya picked the right bloke. No worries, I'll even shout you a schooner at the local.
:-)
Lightning huh? Here its blue sky, gentle breeze, and warm sun sparking like diamonds off the water in the 180 degree Sydney harbour views I have here at work. Opera House, Harbour Bridge, city CBD backdrop. The whole shebang. You probably didn't want to know that, did ya?
I hadn't read bodhi's comments re:dragonflies as tattoo or Michael's re: tattoos and chakra. Chakra. I'm so shivvery right now.
What is this called? Is this like Stockholm Syndrome or something, where we all think the same thing. Vewwwy sppoooooky.
Okay, it's not Stockholm Syndrome. I know that. But something. Some syndrome of people who speak in tongues and/or finish each other's sentences/mimic their thoughts even thousands of miles away?
Yes. He isVery Delish as he wields his mighty carpenter skills and wears the tool belt and talks about it and everything. And musical too. And witty and self-deprecating. And that smile. And, you know, other stuff.
Stockholm Syndrome = people who start to side with/identify with/fall in love with their captors in a hostage situation.
Hive mind? Does that work. I think we've established Queen Bee, Loulou?
Funny. Very funny. This is a hostage situation, kinda. It's Stockholm with a side of Hive mind.
But I'm not the Queen Bee. Oh no. More of a butterfly really, fluttering around and dropping in for a suck of nectar, rubbing my body in the pollen that I find so invigorating. Rubbing up against other butterflies as we madly dash through the glorious flowers that the rest of the world is ignoring. And we're laughing. And thinking about sex and travel and cashmere.
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Another great shot, Andrew. Neon, huh? Can you get any more fab? ;-)
I love this sign too. When I first saw it on King Street, one of my first reactions after the fact that I loved it was that it would look really cool as a Tattoo. But then maybe thats just me.
No, I thought the same thing, Bodhi, and I don't even have or want a tattoo. But maybe small, right over my second chakra.....
Love the photo. Now I'm torn between pawing through your Flickr page or just waiting for you to dole out the goodness on the blog.
Dude, do both! I've only got about 40 pics on my Flickr page so far, and a good percentage of them have appeared on her anyway. So in my humble opinion, you 'aint missing much (yet). I'll be adding to my Flickr page as I trawl through all the pics saved on my computer.
My pics, they are legion but all are that interesting.
Tats are on my mind. Maybe on a chakra or somewhere sexy. As if I know where the rest of 'em are. Ya, right.
Looking at a review for "Through the Woods" with Gus Mattox and the pics of "Fitch": he has just the neatest tats. Gosh, they're swell. :P (the pictures are good but the review has lots of spoilers. NSFW)
http://www.friskyfans.org/reviews/through_the_woods.htm
And of course, my boy Frederic and his below-the-waist extravaganza. And his lips. And the way he looks at me from his shower or with his cocked head. You know, cocked on the side that way?
Oh … Baby boy not a day goes by
Without my fantasies
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams (shout out to bodhi and his song lyric propensity)
http://www.cumm.co.uk/photogal/french%201j.htm (SFW - well, not the website the web site is NSFW but the page itself is just pics.)
Yep, when I saw your neon butterflies, petal, I thought, oh yeah, perfect sex chakra or wrist tattoo…. To be done by Ami on Miami Ink, of course. He's genius. And kinda Jason Statham-esque in an American Ultimate Fighter way.
loulou
I'm having some sort of type challenged day today.
I meant, NOT all are that interesting.
ps too many links? I just saw your pic and had to re-find my , well, my bookmarks. :P Somebody spank me. ::sigh:: I can't help meself sometimes.
loulou
Loulou, I'm gonna have to check all those NSFW links later. Dirty Grrrl! (We loves you for it!)
You had Michael at 'Gus Mattox'.
Of course she did. Have you checked out his website? He is SO fucking hot, and even better, SO fucking literate. And funny. Gah, hurt me you bitch straight out of my wet dreams. Daddy, is that you?
"Because my heart belongs to Daddy. Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad..."
"Somebody spank me"
OK, Loulou. Come over here and bend over you naughty girl.
And now a little Madonna number for some background musak:
Some girls, they like candy, and others, they like to grind,
I’ll settle for the back of your hand somewhere on my behind.
Treat me like I’m a bad girl, even when I’m being good to you,
I don’t want you to thank me, you can just spank me. mmm.
Some guys like to sweet talk, and others, they like to tease,
Tie my hands behind my back and, ooo, I’m in ecstasy.
Don’t slobber me with kisses, I can get that from my sisters,
Before I get too cranky, you better...
Like hanky panky [hanky panky],
Nothing like a good spanky [good spanky].
Don’t take out your handkerchiefs,
I don’t wanna cry, I just wanna hanky panky.
Like hanky panky [hanky panky],
Nothing like a good spanky [good spanky].
Don’t take out your handkerchiefs,
I don’t wanna cry, I just wanna hanky panky guy
... and don't even get me started on Tattoo's. Got em, love em.
Might have to start thinking about visiting my cutie Dean at Steel Lotus again sometime. That talented twink inked hottie can can repeatedly jab his humming prick into me for as many hours as he likes *sigh*
We just crossed some sort of line here people.
Right, like we have not done that before.
Its what we do.
I am reminded of my boy Robbie's lyrics in the song "Make me pure"
Oh Lord
Make me pure
But not yet
No, no, I think he's right, Bodhi. We're in virgin territory. It's a dirty land, even for us.
With a little redesign, this sign would make an AWESOME tattoo. YEAH!
Duane, you've got yourself some ink already don't you? Have you ever posted pics of them?
TOA, now with added Dirty, Dirty!
Mikey, virgin territory, huh? Hmmmm. Closest I got to being a Virgin lately was flying Virgin Airlines with Rabbit to Brisbane, both ways. (I know, like The Kid said its "almost the very definition of irony").
By the way, does anyone else think it amusing that Virgin is run by British billionare Richard Branson? Yah, the names Richard. So Virgin is being run by a Dick!
Of course, closest I got to doing a Virgin is entirely another story ...
Duane, like, TOTALLY AWESOME dude!
Bodhi, when you do American, it cracks me up every time.
It's very "Dude, Where's My Car" when you hear it in the flesh.
Duuuuuuuuude!
Sweeeeeeeeeeet!
And now I'm yearning a bit to hear the real Aussie deal. Again. It's a distinct pull I feel.
PS We are having the most amazing and loud lightning storm here right now. Odd for us in November. A couple times I swear I've heard the air hissing before the thunder came.
Mate, fair dinkum, if you wanna hear some strain spoken by a true blue Aussie then ya picked the right bloke. No worries, I'll even shout you a schooner at the local.
:-)
Lightning huh? Here its blue sky, gentle breeze, and warm sun sparking like diamonds off the water in the 180 degree Sydney harbour views I have here at work. Opera House, Harbour Bridge, city CBD backdrop. The whole shebang. You probably didn't want to know that, did ya?
Crikey!
I hadn't read bodhi's comments re:dragonflies as tattoo or Michael's re: tattoos and chakra. Chakra. I'm so shivvery right now.
What is this called? Is this like Stockholm Syndrome or something, where we all think the same thing. Vewwwy sppoooooky.
Okay, it's not Stockholm Syndrome. I know that. But something. Some syndrome of people who speak in tongues and/or finish each other's sentences/mimic their thoughts even thousands of miles away?
Nah. Andrew will know.
Stockholm Syndrome = people who start to side with/identify with/fall in love with their captors in a hostage situation.
Hive mind? Does that work. I think we've established Queen Bee, Loulou?
Thanks, bodhi. You hit it right again.
Perfect musical accompaniment.
Now if we could just get Tom Judson to play his honky tonk for us all, life would be sweet indeed.
You're just delicious.
As he is, no?
Awww... Michael. (((smooooch)))
Yes. He is Very Delish as he wields his mighty carpenter skills and wears the tool belt and talks about it and everything.
And musical too.
And witty and self-deprecating.
And that smile.
And, you know, other stuff.
The Other Andrew said...
Stockholm Syndrome = people who start to side with/identify with/fall in love with their captors in a hostage situation.
Hive mind? Does that work. I think we've established Queen Bee, Loulou?
Funny. Very funny. This is a hostage situation, kinda. It's Stockholm with a side of Hive mind.
But I'm not the Queen Bee. Oh no. More of a butterfly really, fluttering around and dropping in for a suck of nectar, rubbing my body in the pollen that I find so invigorating. Rubbing up against other butterflies as we madly dash through the glorious flowers that the rest of the world is ignoring. And we're laughing. And thinking about sex and travel and cashmere.
Bad analogy? You betcha. :P
word veri: sfunwyb ('s fun with you boys) hah!
Well dip me in pollen, and throw me to the bees! :-)
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