tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2917776121387891817.post2889412687888876997..comments2024-03-27T03:13:30.353-04:00Comments on Stirred, Straight Up, with a Twist: Boys Will Be BoysTJBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09180041865489453236noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2917776121387891817.post-3065857578560125572014-09-27T11:25:49.243-04:002014-09-27T11:25:49.243-04:00Your lips, my hips. Move over, Jon. Share the we...Your lips, my hips. Move over, Jon. Share the wealth.Billhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01851297819829806798noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2917776121387891817.post-27778001193734543532014-09-25T08:35:45.151-04:002014-09-25T08:35:45.151-04:00When I was a wee boy, four or five I was obsessed ...When I was a wee boy, four or five I was obsessed with Batman, but not in the way other Batman fans were. I distinctly remember that I wanted Batman's leotard to rip open so I could see his chest. And where would I get such a thought at such an idea? Watching Wild Wild West. Robert Conrad was often in a torn shirt, no shirt, being whipped. So the same should have happened to my childish mind. But alas, it never happened.The Cool Cookiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04162345087029159056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2917776121387891817.post-44704133233164139832014-09-24T18:00:25.893-04:002014-09-24T18:00:25.893-04:00My bets (and my lips) are on Mr Williams. JxMy bets (and my lips) are on Mr Williams. JxJonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15501010362663971583noreply@blogger.com