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Starchild
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a raving alcoholic drama queen with a penchant for the biosciences
Jan 1970 time: 00:35
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In honour of Boris, here's a musical number. With commentary:
There Are Worst Things I Could Do
There are worse things I could do,
Than go with a boy or two.
(Or five or six for Boris)
Even though the neighborhood thinks I'm trashy,
And no good,
I suppose it could be true,
(It is honey)
But there are worse things I could do.
I could flirt with all the guys,
Smile at them and bat my eyes.
Press against them when we dance,
Make them think they stand a chance,
Then refuse to see it through.
That's a thing I'd never do.
(Seeing it through is what got you in trouble with Drake but better that than a **** tease)
I could stay home every night,
Wait around for Mr. Right.
(Instead of Mr. Right Now)
Take cold showers every day,
(So good for the skin!)
And throw my life away,
(You're moving to Portland. Done and Done.)
On a dream that won't come true.
I could hurt someone like me,
Out of spite or jealousy.
I dont steal and I dont lie,
But I can feel and I can cry.
(which, to be fair, is more than I can do with my heart of ice and rock)
A fact I'll bet you never knew.
But to cry in front of you,
That's the worse thing I could do.
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MrFun
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of Iowa
Nov 2000 time: 23:35
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quote: Originally posted by Boris Godunov
I had never thought of myself as such, after all. I mean, I have standards, perhaps even relatively high ones.
But tonight... 
In preparation for my move, I wanted to sell my bed. It's only a year old, is in great condition, so why not? I posted an ad on Craig's List last week, and got some prompt responses. The first person was a guy who lived in the same neighborhood who had his own van that he could use to transport it, so I figured he was the best bet for a painless transfer.
Well, he came by tonight to check it out and take it away (if he wanted it). He had sounded a bit gay to me on the phone, and when he arrived I noticed he was kinda cute.
He thought the bed was fine, and... started flirting heavily with me. I mean, quite obvious. Well, what am I going to do?
So I gave him his first test run on the bed. And then he took the bed with him when we were done. Now there's a first for me. |
A Brian Kinney experience. 
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Flubber
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With a view of the Rockies
Aug 2000 time: 22:35
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Funny thread.
Boris . .. . happy you enjoyed yourself-- interesting and fun way to hook up--
Oh and you are a slut !! Congratulations??
Pekka-- I'd say you have Tourettes of the typewriter but you are consistent-- oh well
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