Many moons ago, in a land far far away, I stumbled into blogs. My first was MOTUS, still a daily read, and where I discovered wirecutter's blog. For some reason, I ended up with a profile for commenting and it allowed you to choose a profile pic. This was my original profile picture:
What a twisted angel I was.
Searching wirecutter's old blog, I found my original there in his list of twisted followers. I'd completely forgotten about it.
"Was?"
ReplyDeleteNo comment.
ReplyDeleteI kinda like and a little turned on by this side of you Miss Angel... old school, but I like it...
ReplyDeleteCederq, do you need a trip to the Naughty Corner?
ReplyDeleteYou keep posting stuff like this we're all gonna be in the Naughty Corner.
ReplyDelete(Bites tongue as he sits back down)
Rich
I swear, a couple of you never leave the Naughty Corner. Angel eyes has his mail delivered there.
ReplyDeleteYes ma'am... and I got my Thompson sub-clan Kilt on sitting in the Naughty (cool kids) corner... contrite...
ReplyDeleteDon't be too contrite.
ReplyDeleteI so enjoy an unrepentant rebel.
A blonde is just a red head who has had the fire fucked out of her.
ReplyDeleteDon't leave a mark on the world, leave a scar.
ReplyDeleteMy friends refer to me as Plan C.
A little late....but better that than never.
ReplyDeleteI once had a ginger tell me that blondes were nothing more than a redhead with the fire f---ed out of them.
Hbbill Somewhere behind enemy lines,
Peoples Republik of Kommiefornia