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Posted at 04:10 PM in glamour, music, so bad it's good | Permalink
If I had a nickel for every time I ended up on the tiger skin...
August 24, 2007 at 05:53 PM
Let me tell you, gin stains aren't easy to get out of tiger skin.
August 24, 2007 at 06:29 PM
holy cow, that is risque! between the gentleman's swim fashions and the line
"there are times I can't help feeling as I'm staring at the ceiling." gracious!
August 26, 2007 at 10:14 PM
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