An Ongoing Series of Cultural and Personal Observations
You go, Girrrl.
How dare you look at my almost exposed breasts popping out of my virtually unbuttoned shirt, you sexist pig, you!
western mammoths!
They should've made this movie where Susan Hayward beats the crap out of James Dean. Or that could be Jimmy Dean. Lee J. Cobb as the barkeep?
thats the BEER thats On Tap cowboy!..the BEER!
Hellzapoppin!
... any saturday night or sunday morning in our kitchen ...
Miss Misty finally lost it when the oddly Flamboyant Cowboy winced in disgust at her bosom.
Definitely thought about Susan Hayward as well.I guess you couldn't let a good Western yarn go brawl-less.
Grand Tetons indeed.
So she's facing south? How are you supposed to be able to tell she's facing south? The shadows? But it's in a murky saloon ...Okay, whatever. Mammoth Western but perfect Eastern.
Damn, for 1949, this was blazin' in the saddle. Even for 2009, it's an eyeful.
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You go, Girrrl.
How dare you look at my almost exposed breasts popping out of my virtually unbuttoned shirt, you sexist pig, you!
western mammoths!
They should've made this movie where Susan Hayward beats the crap out of James Dean. Or that could be Jimmy Dean. Lee J. Cobb as the barkeep?
thats the BEER thats On Tap cowboy!..the BEER!
Hellzapoppin!
... any saturday night or sunday morning in our kitchen ...
Miss Misty finally lost it when the oddly Flamboyant Cowboy winced in disgust at her bosom.
Definitely thought about Susan Hayward as well.
I guess you couldn't let a good Western yarn go brawl-less.
Grand Tetons indeed.
So she's facing south? How are you supposed to be able to tell she's facing south? The shadows? But it's in a murky saloon ...
Okay, whatever. Mammoth Western but perfect Eastern.
Damn, for 1949, this was blazin' in the saddle. Even for 2009, it's an eyeful.
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