The Magic Castle.
Nothing says storybook romance like a septuagenarian with a toothbrush mustache and yellow teeth and an ill-fitting shiny tuxedo pulling silver dollars out of your ear.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
I HOPE ONE OF THE BACHELORS CALLED HER "MILADY": I'm not watching The Bachelorette, although I hope to remember to tune in for the sex dates fantasy dates episode to see if the Bachelorette, Mike Fleiss, and America are as ready for a woman sleeping with three guys in one episode as they are for a man sleeping with three women in an episode. Spacewoman just informed me, though, that Bachelorette Deanna said tonight that the men took her to an "exclusive club" -- wait for it ... wait ... almost there:
The Magic Castle.
Nothing says storybook romance like a septuagenarian with a toothbrush mustache and yellow teeth and an ill-fitting shiny tuxedo pulling silver dollars out of your ear.
The Magic Castle.
Nothing says storybook romance like a septuagenarian with a toothbrush mustache and yellow teeth and an ill-fitting shiny tuxedo pulling silver dollars out of your ear.
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