“You’re breathing in fumes/I taste when we kiss” ~ Depeche Mode I’ve kissed. I have an earlier post, The Kissing Booth, where I refer to an actual kissing booth experience of mine. This post is about kissing, but not necessarily in a booth. So grab a pint and wet your lips and deal with this. Maybe it sounds like a cliché, but my first French kiss was forced upon me by my older sister’s friend. She was in upper high school. I was in 7th grade. Prior to that, when I was about a year or two younger, I was kissed on the lips by my friend’s babysitter. I don’t remember all the details. Just her lips on mine on the side of his…
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I went to Annunciata Fest on the East Side of Chicago. It’s one of those church festivals with a beer garden, bands, music, dancing and kids’ rides and games. I went there looking for Lilliana. Lilliana is an ex-girlfriend of mine. She attended Annunciata during grade school. I didn’t. But last year I came to this fest and ran into her. I happened to be in the area anyway, I thought I’d drop by this year for a few beers, some tacos and music. And to see if Lilliana would be there. She would be hard to find. It was crowded, and Lilly has shoulder-length straight black hair. And being this is a largely a Hispanic neighborhood, most of the gals in attendance had…
Free Pussy Riot. Damn you Russia, to hell. You’re still the Drago, bond villain assjacks we’ve known and loved.
Poor Pussy Riot. I’m hearing they’ve received a two year sentence. I once had a “Free Winona” T-Shirt. Time to break out the “Free Pussy Riot” ones.
From Russia with Love
Kinda cute without those Chinese sun masks or whatever they wear. The one on the far left looks like an ex-girlfriend of mine. This really happens? Can’t we just lock up douche bags who sing spew bad karaoke, and put an end to that once and for all? And what’s with those lady guards? Can they be locked up instead?
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