Whoopie! i got me some dirty stories to read again!

One track mind, I swear. And that track's rails are shiny with use. AFF is back, and my little Angel baching, SPike doin' Buffy three ways to SUnday story is done. Maybe I'll add an epilogue of airplane sex. But, pretty happy with how it turned out. If you're lurking, check out As In, To Swing? and lemme know what you think! I'm thick skinned - let me have it!

Now. back to the smut-o-rama.....

::turns lights off, sends children away::

I have to come clean.

I am OBSESSESD with The Surreal Life. It's the only one I watch. Who is the mad genius that throught his train wreck together? Tammy Faye and her sad little 8 hairs dyed and teased to within an inch of their life. Anyone remember her talk show with that... um, starts with a J? Gay guy? Fabulous?

And I just KNOW that Robbie Van Winnkle (you may know him as Vanilla Ice) cries softly into his hands, rocking and moaning with the surety of his fradulent little self when no one is looking. True story: I used to go dance at a club he used to "practice his moves" at in the late 80s. Cavaricci heaven, bay-bee! High top fade, indeed. Word.

Anything that has Erik Estrada as the voice of reason... I remember my Ponch a little too well, thank you. Never on that seat. Just flew off it every time!

And once again, no night of ironing. Only you, my leetle LJ. ::smack::