Once Upon A Time…
Open Jaw sprung from my loins, fully formed, many decades ago, dahrlings. The father, bless his motility, was the creator of the internet.
Open Jaw sprung from my loins, fully formed, many decades ago, dahrlings. The father, bless his motility, was the creator of the internet.
Ivanna Gabbalot on the struggles of friends and colleagues this week in B.C.
Since when is the language someone speaks a barometer of their abilities, dahrlings? Just because getting old …um no, that’s ageism. Which is very damaging, by the way, to ex-babes. Just sayin’…
The big sales are coming, Pumpkins. In the meantime it’s like watching your beautifully displayed ripe tomatoes shrivel up on the shelf. Unwanted. A leaky mess of gooey pulp.
Dear Pumpkins, If you can make it through a pandemic, dahrlings, you can make it anywhere. It’s your day. Your…
It is difficult to put into words what my heart is feeling at this moment, Pumpkins. It is best described as a gentle fluttering lying in a deep pool of hot lava.
A few months ago, playboy Peladeau was a dead ringer for Trudeau’s big brother. The wavy mane of thick locks,…
Have you ever tried pulling on a pair of Spanx when your thighs are still dampy? The upshot is your…
Is there anything better, Dahrlings, than fluffy towels, a deep marble tub and a buffy room service boy with a…
There’s foreplay and there’s foreplay, dahrlings. Or as JME used to call it ‘avant jouir’. In a Frenchman’s hands, it…