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Just to walk with you along the Milky Way

We see each other at night so much. But we’ve never been anywhere that we can see the Milky Way together.  That’s where we ought to go next. A place so dark that no one else knows we’re there.  A Read more ›

Go ahead and bite it I bet you’d be delighted

You know that you want to ! Maybe you had a taste last night. Maybe it’s been a week. Maybe longer. Bottom line is…. You know you just can’t EVER get enough ! And why deny yourself the pleasure ? Read more ›

Give me all you got ‘til I scream I’ve had enough

Do you really think I ever get enough? How many years has it been?  How many times have we been together? And somehow it never gets old.  Doing the same things, playing Bubbles in the Think Tank Favorites and Classics, reciting the Read more ›

Don’t encourage me, baby, or I’ll go too far

You’re always doing it.  Nudging me right along.  Even when I think I’m done, you make me know that if I just hang on another moment or two that it’ll be even better. You incite me to excitement, you stimulate Read more ›

And you know when I’m down to just my socks what time it is

I know…we go through this every week. I talk about how I lay myself bare for you at the show. I wax on about how good you are to me for being there. But you know I wouldn’t keep telling Read more ›

And there isn’t a glimmer of doubt

…that Belinda was in rare form…that is, she rarely disappears from doing a Bubbles in the Think Tank, but this night, that was the case. However, the show must go on, and Chuck U. took up the challenge to fill Read more ›

Time for a nibble or two… or five

Long post for a long weekend. You know you have time between family, fireworks and cook-outs for a little silliness. http://bubblesinthethinktank.com/nati/2011/Cincy-05232011.mp3Podcast: Play in new window | Download

Oh, wee baby I’m so happy you took a liking to me

We talk about it every week.  About how much we like each other.  And what we plan to do about it. And, every week, it feels momentous.  I do worry and fret about whether or not I can give you Read more ›

Sometimes you just gotta do it yourself.

The lyrics say it best in this case. Firing the Surgeon General by The Foremen You can’t come in I hear you knockin’ but you can’t come in I hear you knockin’ but you can’t come in ‘Cause I’m firing Read more ›

I wish that I could blame it all on you

Just how many times can I reference “You, the listener” anyway? You know I like to invoke you whenever I can. To utter your “name” arouses me to the fact you’re really there with me. To vocalize your presence reminds Read more ›

With lolliepops and pink panties

They really do go together, don’t they? This was what I like to call a show. Not every show is a show, but this, indeed, was. It was inspired.  It took teamwork.  It was referential. Birthdays were celebrated.  Shout outs Read more ›

For a chick who fills each cup until she falls out

Ruth Wallis has a way of diverting any episode of Bubbles in the Think Tank. It’s no secret what I fan I am of the bawdy broads of the 50s and 60s, when all you needed was somebody playing the Read more ›