Sunday, March 09, 2008

SHIRT? I DON'T NEED NO STINKING SHIRT



Every so often, ever since Doc 40 started posting pictures, discussions have arisen about how I post a lot of what some of the ladies have called, with a kind of retro charm, “cheesecake”. (Often cheesecake in skintight spacesuits or hugging Daleks.) Thus to maybe redress the balance hereeeeeeee’s Marlon when he was… Well, you know? Like, Marlon. (And also yet another ploy to cover the fact that I’m not contributing anything too profound because I’m working too fucking hard.)

The secret word is Stella!

Also, courtesy off our wonderful hipspinster, here’s a new adventure of Simon’s Cat.

3 comments:

Your driver said...

Everyone knows you dig Marlon. You also dig ladies in outer space fetish gear. It's OK Mick.

Anonymous said...

mmmm, beefcake.

Anonymous said...

What you are talking about is desire, some girl just brutal Desire. The name of that rattle-trap streetcar that bangs through the Quarter, up one old narrow street and down another.

May it bang forever.

BLANCHE