This is the stuff of serious dreams: To be in Cary Grant's arms as the train rolls into the night, across the sleeping bosom of the republic.
It's like he/she read my mind. posted by euphorb at 11:06 AM on January 5, 2005
For the curious, the site's author is a man who enjoys dressing up. I point this out not to be derogatory, just another variable in the equation for anyone jumping to conclusions based on the preponderance of breast. posted by Civil_Disobedient at 11:10 AM on January 5, 2005
Aw crap! That first link was supposed to go to the homepage. Sorry. posted by wobh at 11:13 AM on January 5, 2005
How can "she" forget Divine eating dogshit in Pink Flamingos? I mean, DUH! --M posted by maynard at 11:53 AM on January 5, 2005
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It's like he/she read my mind.
posted by euphorb at 11:06 AM on January 5, 2005