vicki and emma, do what you like; mel c, take a hike

Joy! Bliss!

It’s as if Jesus used his almighty power of x-ray vision (and acute sense of smell) to peer deep inside my heart and soul, shed a tear at the love and sheer beauty that gloweth within me, and decided right then and there to answer my wildest prayers and to grant my fondest wishes, to give me what I want, what I really, really want.

Spice up my life? And how!

And you listen to me and you listen good, al qaedas: try as you might, but all the car bombs in the world will stop neither the girls nor their power. So slam your body down, if you insist; they’ll just wind it all around.