Back in August, I talked about my visit to a resale shop and some finds I made there of the doll variety. I also promised to dole out these treasures over time. Today is one of those times.
Though it’s raining outside, I asked Miss Cyrus if she’d like to go on an excursion.
“Would I?” Miley asked.
Look at that smile! She doesn’t get out much. So off we went, to take a photo for certain of my LJ friends.
Because SOME OF US like to keep today’s theme a LITTLE MORE WHOLESOME.
I love your idea of wholesome!
Miley and I are as innocent as the day is long.
Must…not…make…riding…a…cock…joke…
Do not mock the cock.
I already have trouble sleeping…
I guess you’d have preferred I put the strapping GI Joe on the rooster?
Yes, please!
I bet that’s the biggest cock Miley has ever seen.
But not the biggest she’s ridden?
Tsk tsk. Such talk is just the after-effect of your migraine symptoms, I think.
I dunno… she did date that underwear model.
You are probably right.
Where do we click for the ‘not safe for work’ pictures?
On Mark G. Harris’s LJ.
Lorrrrdddd…
LOL.
Well look who just stumbled into the gutter. I expect this from some people, but Becks…. it is a sad day for LJ
Yeah, well, notice that it’s a friends-only post and not available to the world at large including the delicate teens who read my LJ and could probably teach me a thing or two.
HOWEVER–there is NOTHING gutterish about posing for a photo with a ceramic rooster. FILTH IS IN THE MIND OF THE BEHOLDER is all I’m saying.
Becky works “blue”….oh my stars…
Oh Lord… I just spit cookies and milk all over the desk.
I know gary, it’s all so … shocking.
It looks like she is on that cock out in public on a display case???
I sneaked Miley into a Marshall’s store in my purse, found the rooster I liked best, posed her on it, whipped out my camera and shot the photo, put her back in my purse, paid for a couple of purchases, then waited for store security to chase me down in the parking lot because someone saw me putting a doll in my purse (they do sell other versions of the Hannah Montana doll in the store, but my doll came from a thrift store in the Heights).
Just to be on the safe side, I photographed Miley several times OUTSIDE the store before I went in so I could prove she was mine. (As part of my Edith Head Project, I also made that blouse she’s wearing.)
But I don’t think they let you take photos inside stores, so I’d probably still have been in trouble.
My defense: I couldn’t help it; I WENT ROGUE.
You are going stuh-raight to hell, missy.
Dude, save me a place at the table. Where there’s plenty of okra and squash, by the way.
I hope you just heard that scream I let out.
It was heart-wrenching.
Isn’t wrench the strangest word? It always sounds like someone’s trying to say “rinse” and missed.
Lather, wrench, and repeat!
I’m half inclined to post those dirty Barbie photos Tom and I shot forever ago. But I won’t. Because I value our friendship. And I’m pretty sure you’d never feed me pork chops again if I did such a thing…
Were those the dirty photos from when I got Barbie and Tanner for my birthday? Or did you also take dirty photos with [names redacted] and GI Joe?
You and Tom are fourteen-year-old pervs. And don’t think I’m letting Rhonda off, but since she’s not here to defend herself, I don’t include her.
Yet.