I'm a classic emerald green Sixties Jaguar that nobody can own, but my husband is allowed to drive.
I've got enough guilt to start my own religion.
A lot of songs are derivative of each other.
Her cover version of Smells Like Teen Spirit is the reason Kurt killed himself.
What do you plan to do with all your freedom?
For the most part, pianos are female to me. Sometimes they're dykes, and they're always good fun.