National Velvet Underground
Dammit. Now I'll never be husband number 9.
Number 9...number 9...number 9...
For a "sex goddess" who hasn't managed to heat up the screen since Hammersmith Is Out (and that just came out all weird and too Texas-y) she sure is getting one hell of a sendoff.
Being famous just for being famous since the 1950's should've been enough.
Was that too much unnecessary vitriol for a person about whom I shit I could not give?
Oh wait, this is a blog. Without unnecessary vitriol, the internet, she would be empty.
And now I'm French, and I'm almost done.
But before I totally leave for the day, here's something of enduring social and cultural relevance
Number 9...number 9...number 9...
For a "sex goddess" who hasn't managed to heat up the screen since Hammersmith Is Out (and that just came out all weird and too Texas-y) she sure is getting one hell of a sendoff.
Being famous just for being famous since the 1950's should've been enough.
Was that too much unnecessary vitriol for a person about whom I shit I could not give?
Oh wait, this is a blog. Without unnecessary vitriol, the internet, she would be empty.
And now I'm French, and I'm almost done.
But before I totally leave for the day, here's something of enduring social and cultural relevance
posted by edP | 3:45 PM
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