with many thanks to vicus

(sub title: blonds I have adored)

I used to really fancy this guy

and this one (the one on the left)

and you, dear reader, know I totally love him. . . (altho it a slight media genre diversion, but any excuse, eh)

but I have always been passionate about this beautiful man most of all. . . (I think)

.
*swoon*
.

well, that's it for a moment or two, while I recover from my faint. . .

Hey baby, I hear the blues a-callin',
Tossed salad and scrambled eggs
Oh My Mercy
(Quite stylish)
And maybe I seem a bit confused,
Yeah maybe,
But I got you pegged!

Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha!

But I don't know what to do with those
Tossed salads and scrambled eggs.
They're callin' again.
They're callin' again.
Good night, Seattle, we love you.

What is a boy to do.
Good night.
Frasier has left the building.
Thank You!
Scrambled eggs all over my face.
What is a boy to do.
Goodnight, everybody.
See you next year, we love ya.

knock knock!

who's there?

.

has yours
arrived yet?

.

.When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now.
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings, bottle of wine.
If I'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door,
Will you still need me,
Will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.

You'll be older too,
And if you say the word,
I could stay with you.
You could be handy, mending a fuse
When our lights have gone.
I could knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for a ride,
Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
Who could ask for more.
Will you still need me,
Will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.

Every summer we can rent a cottage
In the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera, Chuck, & Dave.

Send me a postcard,
Drop me a line,
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me,
Will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four?
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HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY
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