Last night I queued up the Trace Atkins video, Honky Tonky Badonkadonk on Audra’s recommendation. Lisa and I watched it together. The crush Lisa had on Doctor Phil died last night as the image of Trace Atkins filled my laptop screen. My ear is still ringing from the high pitch squeal she emitted upon seeing his image. Luckily I am immune to men like Trace Atkins, you see I prefer my men like I prefer my coffee, in a plastic cup.
donnaville
sugar and spice and everything groovy
er… um… (*Cpt. James Kirk Voice*) What Type Of Plastic Cup ?
-Jason
Hey, that plastic cup thing sounds soooo familiar, 🙂
Yes I stole that line from John— but who did he steal it from? Anyone? Bueller?
That song is so wrong.
We don’t smoke marijuana in Muskogee.
Eddie Izzard
And, I must admit, I was quite impressed with Trace Adkins too. Are all the country singers built like that nowadays?
In a cu …??
Now you’re just being weird again.
N.
I like my men like I like my coffee, dangerously close to my crotch on the carride to work.
I like my men like I like my coffee. Strong, hot, and a little nutty…and not in my ass.
I like my men like I like my scotch, seventeen years old and mixed up with coke.
;p