EMBRACE THE SUCK?

Jim! Stop goading me! What am I meant to do with this?

Geez…do you know how long it has been? Well, in case you don’t…TWENTY FIVE YEARS!

Twenty five years since I’ve had sexual intercourse. Do you know what it is doing to me?! And then YOU….the man I would probably have a heart attack over at the mere IDEA of anything REMOTELY sexual happening with uses a term like EMBRACE THE SUCK?!

You’re trying to kill me, right?! I swear!

Bravo, Jim. Bravo. Round of applause!

The Tees Tease

Dang! Okay, so it was a SFY shirt…and well, it isn’t looking too dissimilar in concept to the Grandslam Summer design, to be honest.

I know Stuart is the current designer. And he’s fabulous…oh, but to just DREAM of something like that! One break! One special one off. And not even for monetary gain or anything, but just to be able to say “Frigging wow! What an honour! The band I love are allowing me to design a shirt!” It would be unreal.

But there we are. That’s not how the world works.

Still, one could argue I’ve had my five minutes.

Damn! I hate when my green-eyed monster rears its ugly head. But, god…it would just be so amazing.

I always want more.

Get A Room? In My dreams! 

This still gives me a giggle a few days later. I never dared respond to it…and I was SSOO hoping Jim would. Just something tongue-in-cheek like “her room at Villa Angela is booked. She’s paying, of course. I’m not MADE of money!”, or similar. Lol

And, Greg…in my ETERNAL DAMN DREAMS we would “get a room” :-)))