bohemea: Hungry Eyes by Eric Carmen I used to... -

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Ask me shit! About the author(s): MjH grew up in the suburbs of Encino, CA, born into a family of hilarious Jews. His mother, a witty New Yorker with a sharp tongue, set the bar pretty high in terms of what he looks for in a wife/Jewess/sport-fucking buddy. His father, a St. Louis cowboy at heart, reined him in as a child, only having to wash out his mouth with soap once during his early years.

Single, forever wearing glasses and on the hunt for Jewish cunt, our man finds himself thoroughly concerned with finding a wife, but more importantly, a bitch to lay with in the meantime.

Oh, and he wants me to tell you he he once schtupped a dame at DIVE! in Century City back in '01.

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bohemea:

Hungry Eyes by Eric Carmen

I used to dance by myself to this song while reciting under my breath 2-3-4, 2-3-4. I got pretty good at that dance the first summer I saw Dirty Dancing. I also got pretty good at convincing my tiny friends to attempt the lift with me at the local park. I was positive that, with enough practice, I could whisk a girl above my head & hold her there while she felt the wind in her permed bob. I never accomplished that goal, but I definitely became good at running my fingers down a girl’s bare midriff while making her eyes cloud with lust. Thanks for teaching me that trick, Swayze.

And thanks for being so rad, bohemea.

September 24

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