Comments:

So Charming - 2006-07-03 10:02:53
I always think of plane phobia like fear of childbirth. You just don't think about it until you're actually IN it, then there ain't a whole hell of a lot you can do about it 'cept breath and hope it goes by fast.
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MyraMains - 2006-07-03 10:05:35
You're absolutely right. I intend to do just that...plus nibbling benzodiazapines and swilling booze. (hee...ok...maybe just ONE drink...)
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Hanau - 2006-07-03 20:32:37
So when does the Hard Headed Woman meet the Soft Hearted Man?
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MyraMains - 2006-07-04 00:58:13
When the Soft Hearted Man loses the Cold Hearted Wife :)
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Hanau - 2006-07-04 22:19:39
Ackkkk
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MyraMains - 2006-07-04 23:05:37
You make me have ze geegle, jou seely man avec ze seely question.
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Hanau - 2006-07-05 12:01:22
Either way, Elvis is pissed at having his lyrics abused in such a way. And now his zombie corpse is going to eat your face - with peanut butter and bananas, fried in butter of course. I need to draw that - Elvis as a zombie. I wonder if his zombie is the 50's hipster, the '68 comeback cool, or the might as well be playing an acordian with a polka band Las Vegas white jump suit Elvis? Actually, 50's Elvis could only be 50's Elvis, the '68 Elvis would have to be a vampire of some sort (ok not the weird white suit - mainly the black leather, but you knew that) and that leaves us with Spangled Jump Suit Karate Chop Action Elvis as the Rock-n-Roll Zombie. The fatness could be some sort of decompostion gas bloat thing............
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MyraMains - 2006-07-05 22:03:59
Wow. I've never had a guy say anything like THAT to me before! You know fat, bloated, dead Elvis make me moist.
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