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My Entirely Fictional Affair With Liza Minnelli - Part One
...only according to urban legend, you are :)— September 26, 2009 11:31 p.m.
Furry Children
Whoa, you are serious about this, then?— September 26, 2009 11:16 p.m.
My Entirely Fictional Affair With Liza Minnelli - Part One
http://urbanlegends.about.com/od/jamieleecurtis/a… "The only document that has ever been offered as "proof" was a 1996 op-ed piece in the Baltimore Sun written by William O. Beeman, associate professor of anthropology at Brown University, entitled "What Are You: Male, Merm, Herm, Ferm or Female?" The relevant passage reads as follows: As a result, there are perhaps millions of XX males and XY females living in the United States today. These are cultural males with male genitalia who are genetically female, and cultural females with female genitalia who are genetically male. The film star Jamie Lee Curtis is one well-known individual who is genetically male, but phenotypically female. And there we have it in black and white, it would seem, except for two tiny caveats. First, according to Professor Beeman the pertinent sentence was deleted from the published article. Second, the reason it was deleted was that Beeman's attempts to track down the plastic surgeons to whom intermediate sources had attributed the statement were "totally unsuccessful." In other words, Professor Beeman had simply repeated an item of scurrilous gossip."— September 26, 2009 11:14 p.m.
Furry Children
Ok, if not AG's, then someone else's turn?— September 26, 2009 11:08 p.m.
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Well, I suppose you could take the phrase "Prepare to die" in a lot of ways :)— September 26, 2009 10:54 p.m.
My Entirely Fictional Affair With Liza Minnelli - Part One
refried lusted: "Oh, Lord, what I wanted to do with Jamie Lee..." ...and there isn't much you couldn't have done, until the surgery :)— September 26, 2009 10:49 p.m.
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Ah, Fishikins, I did not know you were staking claim to the Clay for reals. And you gave me a fabulous idea for my blog, too, but you'll have to wait and see...— September 26, 2009 10:45 p.m.
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"Wonder who Daniels would pick?" Inigo Montoya." Interesting choice, refried--though I think it had better be someone a little more easily identified. Like Telly Savalas, or one of the Jonas brothers? Who are you writing about, Fishikins? :)— September 26, 2009 10:25 p.m.
Furry Children
Veronica listened to the Corvette take off with a growing sense of something. She could feel a certain prickly sensation in her armpits--the kind of feeling a girl had either from forgetting her super-potent babypowder deodorant pads--which tended to encourage the growth of itchy-causing bacteria--or from a powerful attraction to a certain man. The kind of man who "thought to himself." Veronica didn't know for sure how she felt, but she aimed to find out. Meanwhile, Don Wall was headed for the rear exit, knowing that Tim Versace had left by the back. She was just not a back door kind of gal. Veronica had to think fast, and try not to act suspiciously. VROOM! VROOM! Thinking fast, she whipped several stale "Black Forest Delite" donuts out of her tote, purchased earlier at Vons according to plan. She hastily poured some stale coffee, left brewing on the dealership hotplate, into a styrofoam cup. There was no time to grab any sugar--or artificial creamer. Time was of the essence. As Don Wall swung the Vette back around toward the front of the building, Veronica kicked open the glass door of the dealership, and saucily threw the donuts onto the tarmac. Damn! A splotch of piping hot joe sizzled down her neck and into her armpit. But Veronica was not about to be burned again. Don Wall screeched to a halt noisily, a quickly deflating tire barely grazing the cherry topping one of the "Black Forest Delites." His eyes lifted frantically, and slowly focused. There stood Veronica wildly, sticky cup in hand. To be continued...— September 26, 2009 9:13 p.m.
Furry Children
Ok, well, I have a LOT of work to catch up on this week, and still have a fictional romance blog to write (still can't think of the perfect object of my fictional obsessions), but am in. Why don't we all write a portion when we can. November sweeps!— September 26, 2009 8:55 p.m.