Sunday, August 14, 2005
Hey Mr. DJ, put a record on
Lest you think I'm old and jaded and grumpy after the review below, you should have seen the excitement writ on my face when I realized the hotel room alarm clock would hook up with my MP3 player! Within seconds, it was a wet-headed happy towel dance. You'll not be surprised that a naked dance (while Sonicaring)(What? He uses props?!) ensued when the shuffle mode stopped on RECYCLED. Ah, life's simple pleasures. Would you have joined me?
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4 comments:
Glad I could be of service, as it were. :-)
In my head, your hair is dry because you have a plastic shower cap on and the towel is wrapped up around your armpits, sort of Doris Day style. Hot!
Geesh, Andrew, I bet the drapes are pulled in your head, too.
Thanks again to you Max and to Xanadu.
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