I am SO getting this CD and I'm sure you'll have something to say about the cliche' of a big (tall, lithe) homo rushing out to get Linda doing Judy (which, as long as you picture the young Garland, is quite nice actually), but I love them both and you can just shut it. Oh, who am I kidding? Denigrate me and ridicule me in the comments. I kinda get off on it.
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PS. Tall and lithe huh? Hello! Photographs?...
Not to quibble, but I think my first post was about gym locker room crushes, wasn't it?
If I called you faggoty ass faggot straight away, though, it means I was seriously crushing on you. Must have been right after I read your "100 Things".
Mea Culpa. It probably wasn't the first comment, but it was certainly memorable! Back then I didn't know you as the adorable snugglepuss/hottie mchotterton that you are, so my first reaction was all Joe Jackson-esque "Don't call me a faggot, unless you are a friend"...
Now you can call me anything you damn well please. Grrrr.
Just not late for dinner, right?
PS Linda's voice is crystalline. Then bombastic. I love her. She dumped the husband so she should be all frisky.
Also, A? Muah!
Right.
She sounds like an ace broad. I heart bombast!
Back at ya.
She is the ace. And sometimes the deuces. ;-)
Thanks for propping me up a bit tonight, A. Rough day for me. I needed that, even if you are on the other side of the world.
But does she love each sparkle, and each spangle?
You are most welcome. Hey, you're easy to be nice to.
Hah! I figure we can get the uncomfortable moment over thanks to the International Date Line and the whole global time lag thing. It's already tomorrow for me, so bygones. :-)
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