I’m not sure where this picture came from. But it rules. And I have to say, I’m utterly and completely taken with the phrase “sugar tits“. Is it a kind of bird? A candy? a frosted fried dough confection? You know, it’s the kind of thing I’d actually call someone, in a bar or in […]
I’m not sure where this picture came from. But it rules.
And I have to say, I’m utterly and completely taken with the phrase “sugar tits“. Is it a kind of bird? A candy? a frosted fried dough confection?
You know, it’s the kind of thing I’d actually call someone, in a bar or in bed. You know it’s true – how many of you can hear me say it? How ya doin, Sugar-tits?
But aside from that – and, you know, looking great in a kilt – I’m not Mel Gibson. Trust me on that.