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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 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!"