CrystalGeezer
My secret's my enzyme.
I think his donger couldn't even summon anything even semi tumescent, what with him being gay and and everything.
Yeah.
I think his donger couldn't even summon anything even semi tumescent, what with him being gay and and everything.
This is an interesting read.
http://www.morrissey-solo.com/threads/85081-Would-You-Actually-Want-To-Meet-Morrissey
I'd say, "Hey. You. Your penis, my vagina. Now. In and out. Let's go."
I think his donger couldn't even summon anything even semi tumescent, what with him being gay and and everything.
Being gay would be the least of the reasons for that...yet, coincidentally, also the nicest excuse.
Suuure. And he could always pretend to be heterosexual as a nice excuse for not getting it up in your presence.
-Note that in your case he could just say trolls don't turn him on.... (doesn't apply to himself of course.)
Wouldn't hurt your feelings then, would he.
If he was rude/horrible to me I would devastated.
I was fabulously fortunate to have met him on 5 February, 2000 in Boise, Idaho. The day of the show, I was driving in the downtown area headed to one of Boise's only legit record shops when I spotted Gary Day & Boz crossing the street opposite the shop walking back to the Doubletree Hotel. I made a very quick and very illegal U-turn in time to meet them in the parking lot. They could not have been nicer. They both autographed my t-shirt and politely posed for pictures with me. This encounter of course meant that Moz was also staying at this hotel, so after a quick trip home to grab: my ticket for the show, a big sharpie, a disposable camera, and a small book of children's poetry by Oscar, I headed back to the parking lot and waited. It wasn't until Moz was boarding the coach that I got my chance. Even though he was being escorted by one of his burley thugs, as he approached I quietly and politely said, "I have a gift for you", and extended the book. he paused, smiled, and said, "thanks very much, now I don't have to talk to anyone on the coach". He saw I had the sharpie and camera in the other hand, and to my utter shock, 'posed' for one quick snap of the camera, then took the sharpie, and autographed my right forearm.-(see my profile picture). Handing the pen back, he boarded the coach, and that was it. I was numb. Stunned. I too had always heard the horror stories about what might happen if you happen to get the chance to meet him, but as for me, I guess I just got very lucky. He was courteous and absolutely fabulous. A moment I will treasure forever. If you get the chance, my advice... Keep your distance, make it quick, and remember to breathe.
I was fabulously fortunate to have met him on 5 February, 2000 in Boise, Idaho. The day of the show, I was driving in the downtown area headed to one of Boise's only legit record shops when I spotted Gary Day & Boz crossing the street opposite the shop walking back to the Doubletree Hotel. I made a very quick and very illegal U-turn in time to meet them in the parking lot. They could not have been nicer. They both autographed my t-shirt and politely posed for pictures with me. This encounter of course meant that Moz was also staying at this hotel, so after a quick trip home to grab: my ticket for the show, a big sharpie, a disposable camera, and a small book of children's poetry by Oscar, I headed back to the parking lot and waited. It wasn't until Moz was boarding the coach that I got my chance. Even though he was being escorted by one of his burley thugs, as he approached I quietly and politely said, "I have a gift for you", and extended the book. he paused, smiled, and said, "thanks very much, now I don't have to talk to anyone on the coach". He saw I had the sharpie and camera in the other hand, and to my utter shock, 'posed' for one quick snap of the camera, then took the sharpie, and autographed my right forearm.-(see my profile picture). Handing the pen back, he boarded the coach, and that was it. I was numb. Stunned. I too had always heard the horror stories about what might happen if you happen to get the chance to meet him, but as for me, I guess I just got very lucky. He was courteous and absolutely fabulous. A moment I will treasure forever. If you get the chance, my advice... Keep your distance, make it quick, and remember to breathe.
He's not my hero.
Christopher Hitchens came close. But even he was a very flawed person. He drank too much, smoked too much, and wrote an essay that argued women weren't funny. Nobody is perfect.
But Hitch and I had a lot in common. So I think he would have made great company. Many state just that. That he lit up the room, was highly entertaining, and could hold court into the wee hours... never losing his edge. People adored him. He was charming and charismatic... but most of all, gracious.