For those who've known me for many a year, you will remember my intense love affair with "the Doosh".
No, it is not a sanitary device nor is it the sound one makes when air punching or kicking someone.
But excitement is me, cause my dear dear friends, I AM GOING TO SEE THE DOOSH!!!! LIVE!!!! IN PERSON!!!!! IN ALL IT'S VIBRATING GLORY!!!!!!!
Yup! Alan Tham & Hacken Lee concert's this Saturday, and the tickets are in my bag :D:D:D:D
*twirly dance of joy*
Ahhh..... all those hours of looking at that doosh, and imagining it vibrating, moving sensously up and down.....
Ok... this is getting a little TOO cheeky, even for me!
Lol! For those who havent known me for that long, the Doosh is what I had affectionately named Hacken Lee's......... adam's apple.
I admit, I had a thing for it.
And when I was much, much MUCH younger (and stupider goes without saying, but I'm saying it anyways), I had the Doosh syndrome. I called it the Doosh, and had HUGE crushes on guys with Dooshes to match. And ONLY, ONLY if their Dooshes were a respectable size of an apple. Them grapes, strawberries and lychees warranted narry a glance... but ahh.... how my heart skipped a beat when I spotted...... a Doosh.......
And come Saturday, it won't be just any Doosh.... I'll be seeing THE DOOSH!
Oh boy, oh boy OH BOY!!!!!!
.
No, it is not a sanitary device nor is it the sound one makes when air punching or kicking someone.
But excitement is me, cause my dear dear friends, I AM GOING TO SEE THE DOOSH!!!! LIVE!!!! IN PERSON!!!!! IN ALL IT'S VIBRATING GLORY!!!!!!!
Yup! Alan Tham & Hacken Lee concert's this Saturday, and the tickets are in my bag :D:D:D:D
*twirly dance of joy*
Ahhh..... all those hours of looking at that doosh, and imagining it vibrating, moving sensously up and down.....
Ok... this is getting a little TOO cheeky, even for me!
Lol! For those who havent known me for that long, the Doosh is what I had affectionately named Hacken Lee's......... adam's apple.
I admit, I had a thing for it.
And when I was much, much MUCH younger (and stupider goes without saying, but I'm saying it anyways), I had the Doosh syndrome. I called it the Doosh, and had HUGE crushes on guys with Dooshes to match. And ONLY, ONLY if their Dooshes were a respectable size of an apple. Them grapes, strawberries and lychees warranted narry a glance... but ahh.... how my heart skipped a beat when I spotted...... a Doosh.......
And come Saturday, it won't be just any Doosh.... I'll be seeing THE DOOSH!
Oh boy, oh boy OH BOY!!!!!!
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1 comment:
OMG I totally forgot your name for it!! Hahahaha..
Yes, the Doosh!
Enjoy!
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