Honey, we love ya.. but. [Or love yer Butt, whatever]. When a lurker like me has chugged a quart of Knob Creek that is the last thing we need afore beddybye time, espesshly, hic, with the speakers all the way up. OK, that'll learn me.
Be polite, please. (also I'd like to add that I reserve the right to delete any and all comments that I find offensive, argumentative, or just plain tiresome.)
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I have never danced on the screen with my mouse before -- almost positively sinful. you Temptress you
ReplyDeletewv spolar from the South Pole of course
I am so not clicking this at work.....
ReplyDeleteOw, my freakin' eyes!
ReplyDeletewow man... what a head rush...
ReplyDeleteI vomited.
ReplyDeleteThat makes me queasy.
ReplyDeleteHoney, we love ya.. but. [Or love yer Butt, whatever].
ReplyDeleteWhen a lurker like me has chugged a quart of Knob Creek that is the last thing we need afore beddybye time, espesshly, hic, with the speakers all the way up.
OK, that'll learn me.
disorienting is putting it mildly... :-) That looks like a play on fractals and the volume was a 'bit' high..
ReplyDeleteOh, owie... That's the last thing I needed to be staring at after a night at work when I'm up way past my bedtime. *blink* *blink*
ReplyDeleteBut fun!
My eyes! Theys hurt!
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