Hey now, sounds like a little romance is in the air. <3 <3 <3

don't be stupid, stupid.

Heavy petting, indeed.

That reminds me of a random story.

My roommate was watching his girlfriend's mother's little yappy terrier type dog one Saturday. There was a knock at the door, and this little canine just went nuts, barking and yapping and yapping and barking, even though the little bastard weighs less than a boot. My roommate opens the front door, and the dog rushes the screen door, still barking.

Our not-qualified-for-"Wheel of Fortune" mailman is standing on the steps holding a postal box. To get the dog out of the way, my friend takes his foot and scoots the dog out of the doorway and says, "Get back, stupid," to the mutt.

At this time, as he opens the screen door, he sees the mailman take four steps backwards so that he is now standing at the sidewalk. LMAO (tse tung).

I have The Jessica Fletchers one and like it a lot more than Ol' Grumpy does, but it's nothing that deep. Mix of indie pop and 60's pop.

Thanks spoon. I thought I had replied to Radcliffe, but I guess I, uh, didn't.

I've been looking for some just fun, upbeat music and a review of their new disc caught my attention.

Maybe I've changed, Laura. Maybe I'm not the naive, innocent girl you once knew. Maybe I've sold my rubber ducky collection and replaced it with a collection of something far more scandalous.