Vanilla Ice? I mean I'm thankful that they have killed Robert Van Winkle, ground him up, and then sealed him into thousands of separate reliquaries to prevent his reanimation for another god-awful album or reality television show. But do you actually think I will put that on my lips? I kiss my fiancee with those. No thank you.
Monday, April 11, 2005
Vanilla Ice?
I bought a whole bunch of flavored lip gunk as party favors for a dinner the men's groups at church hosted for the ladies groups. There were an handful left over which included the one below.
Vanilla Ice? I mean I'm thankful that they have killed Robert Van Winkle, ground him up, and then sealed him into thousands of separate reliquaries to prevent his reanimation for another god-awful album or reality television show. But do you actually think I will put that on my lips? I kiss my fiancee with those. No thank you.
Vanilla Ice? I mean I'm thankful that they have killed Robert Van Winkle, ground him up, and then sealed him into thousands of separate reliquaries to prevent his reanimation for another god-awful album or reality television show. But do you actually think I will put that on my lips? I kiss my fiancee with those. No thank you.
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