Wed, Jan. 18th, 2006, 10:01 am
Maybe we shouldn't read more...
I saw a news clip this morning which revealed that Ricky Martin likes to give golden showers.
Oh, my. There's something I wish I could erase from my brain. So now, whenever I pass one of his "songs" on the radio, there will be a groan in my belly and visions of urine-drenched groupies dancing in my head. Are such revelations really necessary?
Wed, Jan. 18th, 2006 05:49 pm (UTC)
To be fair, there really isn't a time when I haven't wanted to piss on Ricky Martin.
Wed, Jan. 18th, 2006 06:01 pm (UTC)
Shhh! He revealed his fetish, now you revealed yours -- then DS will reveal his... then I'll be stricken with hemorrhoid of the eye..
Wed, Jan. 18th, 2006 06:03 pm (UTC)
I want to piss on you, too. What's the big deal? Urine is sterile.
Wed, Jan. 18th, 2006 06:11 pm (UTC)
But it's also smelly.
Wed, Jan. 18th, 2006 11:37 pm (UTC)
Ah, and so we became acquainted with yet another of DS's worthwhile habits: Dutifully documenting the smells of his own urine in comparison to the foods he's eaten.
Thu, Jan. 19th, 2006 08:08 pm (UTC)
So what you're saying is, I was spot-on with the habit thing. :)
Wed, Jan. 18th, 2006 05:54 pm (UTC)
Female groupies? I don't believe it for a second.
Wed, Jan. 18th, 2006 06:06 pm (UTC)
hehe You speaka da truth.
My mother's Star Magazine was among the bathroom reading recently. The page I randomly opened to featured pictures of Mr Martin working out on a beach with a friend. It was a male friend. They were both in speedos. Tanned, sweaty, within inches of eachother, stretching and -- did I mention this already? In speedos.
Although the magazine didn't pick up on it, I imagine their conversation went something like this:
"Hey! Let's see who can run fastest!"
"Hey! Let's see who can do the most push-ups!"
"Hey! Let's see who gives the best head!"