In the true spirit of these enlightened times I am bearing my shoulder. This seems to be the shot preferred by the discerning half nAAked blogger and I didn't want to be left out.
17 August 2005
Half nAAked thursday
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Why am I singing...put your head on my shoulder....whisper in my ear....baby.....ok I'll stop now.
Peace,
JJ
Well.
The chain makes it.
I had the same thought about the chain :)
Good photo
Good one, ditto the chain!
JJ - shoulders have their uses! Was that the Paul Anka or the Michael Buble version you were singing for me? I couldn't quite tell!
HP - my only concession to jewellery (apart from the ball and chain!)
Sirreene - veins are a bit close to the surface I always think ...
Blue - the only item I never take off :)
Grace - glad you like my little chain! It's my only body ironmongery I assure you, there's no bracelet, no ankle chain and positively no earrings!
Finn - kernels are tastier than colonels, on that we are mostly agreed!
v. shoul·dered, shoul·der·ing, shoul·ders
v. tr.
1. To carry or place (a burden, for example) on the shoulders.
2. To take on; assume: shouldered the blame for his friends.
3. To push or apply force to, with or as if with the shoulder.
4. To make (one's way) by or as if by shoving obstacles with one's shoulders.
http://theparagraphnovels.blogspot.com
Superfly - yes my friend, smart interpretation. The dictionary never lies. We do everything for a reason evn taking photos. I will carefully consider the next piece of anatomy to go under scrutiny...
Pat - welcome. Wisps are about right, I never did manage a giant chest forest!
Ahem. Niiice. :-)
Jen - place has gone to wrack and ruin...
wooot wooot :)
Mussolini - can whistle! Not everyone can.
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