Category: I know what part you’d want to attach you preevert

  • The Clock Struck Midnight, and My Every Dream Came True. For, Like, a Day.

    You know how it’s impossible to guess Susan Lucci’s age–unless you look at her neck? And then you gasp and declare, “Why look at those deep grooves!  Say there, you well-preserved soap sprite, you’re holding up nicely–but maybe wear a scarf, eh?” This is not a judgment.  Personally, I’ve not only got some grooves but also […]