Fashion Board 6-9-04 to 7-13-04

[the Spartan]

Originally posted by Hank Chinaski
What gets me is that most people agree Penske isn't high wattage smart

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Picasso?!? That looks like Patrick Leahy. I met him once in Vermont. I'm tired of him...0n my behalf, you can tell him va t'faire enculer chez les Grecs! No offence, PLF.

[SlaveNoMore]

Diane_Keaton

She's looking more and more like Vince Foster every year.

[Skeks in the city]

Originally posted by Diane_Keaton
I also predict she's gonna end up really hot.

She isn't hot, and isn't ever going to be. She's just not ugly. Her cheek bones and jaw line are still off. She also shouldn't straighten her hair this much; it looks completely fried.

[ltl/fb]

Originally posted by Diane_Keaton
So what type of plastic surgery do you figure she had? My guess is: (1) nose job (that one is obvious); and (2) a chin implant (her chin now has more length and more strucutre, a bit more pointy). I'd say cheek implants too but, no... I think she just lost weight. Nose job patients are more frequently advised to get chin implants too. That's my guess what happened. I also predict she's gonna end up really hot. PS - Her eyes seem different too. Less bulging. Can anything be done surgically to change bulging eyes?

Is that picture on the right even her? It doesn't look like it.

And why are they shocked by the age thing? If she were 14, sure, but you've finished growing etc. etc. by 24.

Not that I think she should have gotten all that shit. I'm somewhat surprised her parents went for it.

[the Spartan]

Originally posted by ltl/fb
Is that picture on the right even her? It doesn't look like it.

And why are they shocked by the age thing? If she were 14, sure, but you've finished growing etc. etc. by 24.

Not that I think she should have gotten all that shit. I'm somewhat surprised her parents went for it.

Why? What in their uber-politically calculated power hungering media whore personas would leave you surprised at a physical recreation of one or more of their images? Do you think surgically altered Chelsea will be more or less of an asset on the campaign trail in '08? Therein lies the dousing of your surpise.

[ltl/fb]

Originally posted by the Spartan
Why? What in their uber-politically calculated power hungering media whore personas would leave you surprised at a physical recreation of one or more of their images? Do you think surgically altered Chelsea will be more or less of an asset on the campaign trail in '08? Therein lies the dousing of your surpise.

It shocks me that you are so anti-Clinton.

[Shape Shifter]

Sorry I couldn't join you in your bead tossing, RT, but frankly I had bigger fish to fry at this year's Pride Parade. The evening started on the 365-foot luxury float of Saudi prince Rasheed al Rusheed. I was there with my friends Fabulia, Denise and the Beckwiths.

The party really started when Puffy arrived to perform his new single, a highly creative work featuring him rapping over Taffy's "Midnight Radio." VIPs ordered crates of Cristal. Some of the bubbly were consumed, but mostly it was shaken up and sprayed on other partygoers. When I asked Sebby about this, he explained through a bevy of Russian prostitutes that it was a way of saying, "I'm throwing money down the toilet. Now fuck me, bitch."

Recent monsoons in Houston had done nothing to dampen the enthusiasm of the Pride Parade, but the tropical mugginess and stale champagne left me uncomfortable in my groinal area. I walked down lower Westheimer towards Montrose, through empty beer cans, discarded popper bottles, over gaily flashing beads, past the tranny hookers, superfab drag queens, and lean, hungry hustlers looking to have their dick sucked by Hank-types for extra meth money, searching for relief.

I finally came across The Nut Hut (slogan: Go Yankees. And Go Nads!). Curious and weary, I explained my situation to the receptionist She led me to a softly lit back room with the aroma of incense and single malt.

A heavily tattooed and pierced man soon entered. His look was familiar, frightening, and exciting at once. I audibly gasped when he whipped out his imposing M3Power, but I could do nothing but comply when he demanded that I disrobe.

"Looks like I caught you on a BDD," he cooed.

"It's a little warm, " I said.

He licked his lips with his split tongue as he lovingly cupped my balls in his girl-like hands. Touched by an angel, indeed. I shivered as the vibrations from his M3Power did its magic on my sensitive scrotal skin. Overcoming my fears, I manged to look in his eyes.

Was it . . . Him? "Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got, I'm still I'm still Slave from the quad," he sang. He quickly smoothed me and applied a cool, soothing powder that he described as "cocaine for the balls."

"Are you sure you should be drinking so much when you do this?"

He answered, "Don't worry. I've got Viagra and I know how to snort it."

I didn't know what this meant, but I felt cool and refreshed and was ready to rejoin the festivities. I thanked him and started to leave.

"Where are you going? We're together again after all these years. I've got tickets to Cats! Are you crazy, you crazy fucking crackwhore?"

I left hurriedly (you can keep the clothes, Slave) and I'm still confused about the entire exhange.

Slave, is being crazy a prerequisite to your attempted passed out seductions, or is it more of a cause and effect thing?

[ltl/fb]

Originally posted by Shape Shifter
[stuff]

You are like zakan (or whatever the fuck her name was) on some kind of hallucinogenics.

Not that I don't appreciate the mmmm of it all.

[ltl/fb]

So, I found a really pretty bra on sale today at NM but there weren't any matching panties. I went online to find them and found this site: http://www.greatexpectation.biz/collections.htm

I found what I was looking for, and then went browsing and have to say I LOVE that site. Everything except for the scary magic silk or whatever that is.

ETA may not be work-appropriate.

[the Spartan]

Originally posted by ltl/fb
It shocks me that you are so anti-Clinton.

I'm not necessarily "so anti-Clinton", however I am enough of a realist not to be surprised that her bow-wow daughter (and his step-daughter) got plastic surgery. Vista; la; playa

[the Spartan]

Originally posted by Shape Shifter
Sorry I couldn't join you in your bead tossing, RT, but frankly I had bigger fish to fry at this year's Pride Parade. The evening started on the 365-foot luxury float of Saudi prince Rasheed al Rusheed. I was there with my friends Fabulia, Denise and the Beckwiths.

The party really started when Puffy arrived to perform his new single, a highly creative work featuring him rapping over Taffy's "Midnight Radio." VIPs ordered crates of Cristal. Some of the bubbly were consumed, but mostly it was shaken up and sprayed on other partygoers. When I asked Sebby about this, he explained through a bevy of Russian prostitutes that it was a way of saying, "I'm throwing money down the toilet. Now fuck me, bitch."

Recent monsoons in Houston had done nothing to dampen the enthusiasm of the Pride Parade, but the tropical mugginess and stale champagne left me uncomfortable in my groinal area. I walked down lower Westheimer towards Montrose, through empty beer cans, discarded popper bottles, over gaily flashing beads, past the tranny hookers, superfab drag queens, and lean, hungry hustlers looking to have their dick sucked by Hank-types for extra meth money, searching for relief.

I finally came across The Nut Hut (slogan: Go Yankees. And Go Nads!). Curious and weary, I explained my situation to the receptionist She led me to a softly lit back room with the aroma of incense and single malt.

A heavily tattooed and pierced man soon entered. His look was familiar, frightening, and exciting at once. I audibly gasped when he whipped out his imposing M3Power, but I could do nothing but comply when he demanded that I disrobe.

"Looks like I caught you on a BDD," he cooed.

"It's a little warm, " I said.

He licked his lips with his split tongue as he lovingly cupped my balls in his girl-like hands. Touched by an angel, indeed. I shivered as the vibrations from his M3Power did its magic on my sensitive scrotal skin. Overcoming my fears, I manged to look in his eyes.

Was it . . . Him? "Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got, I'm still I'm still Slave from the quad," he sang. He quickly smoothed me and applied a cool, soothing powder that he described as "cocaine for the balls."

"Are you sure you should be drinking so much when you do this?"

He answered, "Don't worry. I've got Viagra and I know how to snort it."

I didn't know what this meant, but I felt cool and refreshed and was ready to rejoin the festivities. I thanked him and started to leave.

"Where are you going? We're together again after all these years. I've got tickets to Cats! Are you crazy, you crazy fucking crackwhore?"

I left hurriedly (you can keep the clothes, Slave) and I'm still confused about the entire exhange.

Slave, is being crazy a prerequisite to your attempted passed out seductions, or is it more of a cause and effect thing?

Why don't I get invited to parties like this. Why bilmo', why?

[the Spartan]

Originally posted by ltl/fb
So, I found a really pretty bra on sale today at NM but there weren't any matching panties. I went online to find them and found this site: http://www.greatexpectation.biz/collections.htm

I found what I was looking for, and then went browsing and have to say I LOVE that site. Everything except for the scary magic silk or whatever that is.

ETA may not be work-appropriate.

How about a pic or cite to a pic of the actual undies.

[ltl/fb]

Originally posted by the Spartan
How about a pic or cite to a pic of the actual undies.

No.

[Hank Chinaski]

Originally posted by the Spartan
How about a pic or cite to a pic of the actual undies.

the penske asks I deliver....
Fringe SS NCS

behold

[Shape Shifter]

Originally posted by Hank Chinaski
the penske asks I deliver....
Fringe SS NCS

behold

Ixnay on the outing-ay.