I'd pay $1,000 most for something like this :eek::wub:

I'm still not sure what would you want to pay for and to whom?

well as long as I can have a prom date with her that would be amazing:D

Lily madness?
 

Is this thread "gateway psychology" to the "adventure" portrayed in the music video made for Lily Allen's <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Who'd_Have_Known"><i>Who'd Have Known</i></a>, which song is part of the Corsican girl's playlist at http://AlizeeRadio.com ?

If you give credence to what <i>Wikipedia</i> writes about Allen, her "out-of-role" public persona isn't much more charming, nor even that "enamored" of the real Elton John. It writes:<blockquote><i>Her appearance at the 2008 Glamour Awards also generated criticism, as she showed up intoxicated with a dress depicting decapitated Bambi figures, and had an on-stage, expletive-laced exchange with Elton John.</i></blockquote>P.S. An ancient rustic family heirloom I was entrusted to guard starting in 1985 is a hunting knife whose handle is fabricated out of deer antlers. Thus I strongly suspect I owe my existence in no small part to plenty of ancient Austrian Bambi-burgers. Speaking of Austria and Bambi, the basis of the Bambi we all know was the book <i>Bambi. Eine Lebensgeschichte aus dem Walde</i>, a 1923 Austrian novel by Felix Salten. You may not know that Salten is today also acknowledged as the author of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Josephine_Mutzenbacher">
<i>Josefine Mutzenbacher - Die Lebensgeschichte Einer Wienerischen Dirne, Von Ihr Selbst Erzählt</i></a> published anonymously in Vienna during 1906, which makes Vladimir Nabokov's <i>Lolita</i> look like, well, a Disney cartoon.

In Salten's infamous erotic novel, the title character, a 50-year old courtesan, recalls her extensive "amateur" sexual escapades between the ages of 5 and 12, before she became a licensed prostitute in the brothels of Vienna at 13. This is less shocking now than it was even a few decades ago, as today anyone can watch the free videos at CherryTV over the Internet, and listen to women recounting their own, non-fictional, early erotic experiences, without the quaint figleaves of euphemism often exploited by the novel.

I have no idea if it was some prankster acquainted with the Salten canon who wrote the scene in the manifestly innocent and sentimental 1946 film <i>The Yearling</i>, in which the angelic Claude Jarman. Jr. sleeps with a deer, which intimacy is detected by his irate mother the next morning on account of odor. Be careful guys, Moms are good at using their noses to figure out what you were doing last night!

And don't tell me again that Dr. Freud could have had the same career in London as he had in Vienna.

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Brooklyn: Our mother-****ing song?
 

I suspect you led a more sheltered life than I did as a child of the inner city, growing up in a neighborhood keenly portrayed by my homies in the following video. We did not have a vast, no-charge, layman-accessible Internet to "Google" when we wanted the answers to questions adults were too uncomfortable to discuss, so instead we turned to other kids. In a city, you can live within walking distance of hundreds of thousands of people and it is really hard to keep secrets. The problem, of course, was accuracy, rather than accessibility. By the time the second graders heard what the ninth graders who told the eighth graders who told the seventh graders, etc. said, things got quite mangled. I guess iPods now obviate that problem if the Internet is off-limits.

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I wonder how did the boys feel when Alizee looked at them?? She is so adorable, it would have been too much to handle even for me...lol. Perhaps Scruffy or the others would like to collaborate with "When Alizee looked at me, my heart skipped a beat..." :wub: