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Wed, Jan. 18th, 2006, 10:01 am
Maybe we shouldn't

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.
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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.
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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!"