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Stevie Nicks
I used to think it was kind of creepy lusting over the same chicks as my dad. I got over it. Her smash-hit single Edge Of Seventeen should have been about me. But since it wasn’t, perhaps she’d like to write Edge Of Thirty-Five? Yo Stevie, call me.
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December 3rd, 2007 at 5:14 pm
Based on recent photos, you’re going to need a pretty big bandwagon and about six Clydesdales.
December 13th, 2007 at 6:09 pm
I dunno…coked out chicks just don’t do it for me :shrug:
December 19th, 2007 at 2:01 pm
Come to think of it, these bandwagon chicks sure seem to have more than their share of myopia.
Lotta spec frames on these girls.
You got a fetish for the smart, or allegedly smart, women?
Bad, bad idea.
Thinking and estrogen are a poor, volatile mix.
I always harken back to that great line from the “Spock’s Brain” episode: “Brain and brain! What is brain?”
I rest my case.
I don’t like my women thinking too much. Hurts the ballclub. I can do all the thinking, as well as most other stuff, but there’s some things I prefer having the woman do for me.