Ξ February 20th, 2009 | → 10 Comments | ∇ Uncategorized |
We all have guilty pleasures. Things that we enjoy which would most likely make others tease us simply because our love of these pleasures. Funny thing is, lots of others share our fondness for what we think would be embarrassing.
Last weekend I accidentally vacationed in my CFO’s living room. Started out with a few happy hour drinks, then once we were happy we didn’t want to stop. Cinderella and I ran to our homes and grabbed toothbrushes plus a few changes of clothing, then headed to the living room where we would spend the next 48 plus hours drinking, laughing, watching movies, listening to music and eating delicious treats.
Every once in a while I would send drunk messages via Twitter. Several were lyrics. See, one of my guilty pleasures is Tom Jones. Yes, I just typed to the entire internet that Tom Fucking Jones is a guilty pleasure for me. (While we are not talking the kind of love of Tom Jones that leads perfectly normal grandmothers to throw their panties on stage, I do really enjoy listening to Jim’s CD’s while we drink too much.)
Feel free to make fun of me. While you do it that means you are leaving some other poor schmuck alone.
It’s Not Unusual
You Can Leave Your Hat On
(Who is this little cutie, Robbie Williams? Oh my fuck, when he starts gyrating around 1:41 into this video I almost fell off of my couch. I’ll be honest, the bulge in his pants and his ass made it difficult for me to watch anything else in this video. Le rowl.)
Mama Told Me Not To Come
What’s New Pussy Cat?