Beyond the Black Hole

Purrfectly pleasing prose

Yes, this CD will make quite a few titty-dancers across the nation VERY rich, it's got a hip-grinding soul that conjures up images of naughty interludes in a rusting tin shack on a sprung bed with the kind of lover you know will never become your spouse.

Why did I read this and begin to think of a sleek tomcat sitting on a fence yowling for my company? I can purr lusciously, when necessary, but I cannot conjure up such sights with the words of man like Denita of Who Tends the Fires. I purposely didn't disclose the identity of the CD to which she was referring, as there is much more to read at the place where I got that small bit.

Now before I resume my evening mouse stalking, does anyone else detect that highly noxious dog odor?

Posted by Miss Kitty at April 11, 2004 01:58 AM