Thursday, May 26, 2005

Tchanam tchanam, tchanam, tchanam tchanam tchanam...

Here you go, my dahlings, I am as stubborn as a mule, possibly even more, and therefore able to present:




Oooh, sexy little tune! Long live the skin.

[Check the category if you're puzzled. God bless if you are.]

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11 Comments:

At 26/5/05 14:52, Anonymous Anonymous said...

You are so clever!

BZ

 
At 26/5/05 14:57, Blogger The Lioness said...

I know!!! Your code didn't work too well so I adlibbed it.

*auto-chuac*

 
At 26/5/05 15:10, Blogger Noorster said...

Now it's stuck in my head for the rest of the week.
Damn your panthericis!

 
At 26/5/05 15:15, Blogger The Lioness said...

"Damn your panthericis!"

I couldn't have said it better, Nooster-San.

*reverential bow*

 
At 26/5/05 15:33, Anonymous Nikki said...

note to self - don't click on Johnny's links while eating breakfast. Not good at all. :)

 
At 26/5/05 16:26, Blogger Candace said...

Eh, I've seen worse. Much worse. Like the horrible worm-butt photo. After seeing that, NOTHING looks bad anymore.

(And your panthericis really isn't bad. That evil woman was just...evil.)

 
At 26/5/05 16:55, Blogger Lorem ipsum said...

Awwright! Long live Henry Mancini!

(Is he still alive? I lose track.)

 
At 26/5/05 17:02, Blogger The Lioness said...

Hey Nikki, you're thin-skinned, tsk tsk.

Misfit, thank God for burkhas is all I can say. That woman was a twat.

And LI, dude, I never HAD track... No clue.

 
At 26/5/05 17:23, Blogger Lorem ipsum said...

Never mind... he's dead. Died in '94.

 
At 26/5/05 20:09, Blogger Diana said...

Aw, crap. My lame-ass computer won't let me see it and I am afraid to tinker as it is the only working computer at present. I will hum the Pink Panther theme song and sit in the back, looking knowingly around, as though I am with the in-crowd, until I get the thing open.

da-da-da-DAH, da-DAH, da-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-DAAAA, diddle-de-da-DAH,da.

 
At 26/5/05 21:44, Anonymous Nikki said...

Aw, I know - my husband is severely restricted in the topics allowed at mealtimes. Sometimes he takes glee in making me gag. It's a tough life.

 

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