Blaze Wyndham
The guy in the back is thinking, "Mmm. Good placement, but she'll get uncomfortable if you keep holding her by her ribcage. Kills the mood. Set her down, that's right. Don't worry about the dress- even corsets melt away magically in these scenes. No grass stains, either. Nice use of hair product; no wind on earth could move that do of yours. But I simply must ask you, old boy- where exactly are your legs?"
5 comments:
"Hi, my name is Heather... and I like my men cut off at the waist!"
PS: I got Weird Al pasted onto my blog--it's my new theme song!
I've always wondered, how come the heroes never get entangled in those long skirts, trip, etc.
I heart Weird Al.
No kidding, Bernita. And no painful pulling of the long silken tresses, either.
I am still all freaked out about the guy watching. Who is he? What does he want? Does he fancy the girl or the other guy in that whole scenario?
I am so confused. And scared. And in need of eye bleach.
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