Miss Cheeky - I really really like her.

ms. cheeky

is so squeeky,
not so sneaky
quiet freak-eh-deaky

when she leave-y
my eyes gets leaky
then i squeeky
where'd you go cheeky?

I'm gonna out Miss Cheeky here...and she might punch me in the neck, but I don't care.

Because the world needs to know there's more than mighty, fierce, fiery Cheeky. There's also kind, caring, sweet and gentle.

Yeah, it _is_ like that.

She makes me excited for the afternoon to arrive, because more than likely she'll be online, devastatingly (yet hilariously) kicking my ass in the comments section of someone's blog.

"I am fierce.
I am mighty.
I make shit happen.

You will love me once you know me."

God, damn, seriously fucking YES!!! She is fierce, she is mighty and she definitely makes shit happen!

And love her I do.

bootiful on the inside and bootiful on the outside.... she has extremely fine taste in shoes and everybody i know wants to fuck her, no word o' a lie. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Miss Cheeky taught me how to pee like a boy. She rocks.

cheeky scares me a little bit.

but in that good way. know what i mean?

If I were a girl, we'd totally be lesbians.

As I'm a guy, I'm honoured to be a ninja from another minge-a.

if you were my housewife, i'd totally beat you.

She's like Mike Tyson with brains and a wicked sense of humour. Oh, and being white and female of course.

I'm a little afraid of her and worry she's damaging to my health. But I like it that way and I think she likes it that way even more.

I hope she gets back to the UK before my bones heal enitrely, she worked so hard getting them this way.

Erin is a force of nature. I know people say that a lot about other people in these testimonial things, but what else are you going to say about her? She just is. She knows special kung-fu, and is sort of like a real life action figure. You don't want get on her naughty list. Trust me. But if she likes you, she'll fall on a grenade for you, even if it's like, "Oh no, I don't want to step in that puddle. Wait, Cheeky, you don't need to sacrifice yourself yet. Save it, but thanks, ok?"

Also, what is the deal with the whole testimonial idea? Are we on trial? Are these being collected in a big database somewhere and sent to a grand jury? I don't get it.

I would totally get up there and swear on a bible for this person, however. Hear me, Mr. Johnny Law?

I am in complete awe of this one. She is so stunning, so colorful, so full of life and zest, I totally adore and idolize her. She is somewhere between a cartoon character, a muppet, a super hero and maybe just a dash of drag queen ;P

I love the way she flails and bounces and squeels. I adore her.

Miss Cheeky is the bomb.

A thurder storm rattleing on the windows, a whirl wind knocking down the trees. This girl knows how to make and entrance, how to be remembered. My partener in spangled crime at many of 2005/2006 London Social events. We made our debuts into the society together and I hope that there will be more chances of the Supa Space Girls and the Roman Tunics to make an appearance again.
The bubble hasnt burst its just got a whole lot bigger.
XTX

such a lovley addition to my social orbit here in london.

needs to try harder at binge drinking less sleeping in toilets and more whiskey i say

miss cheeky is HOTTT!

Cheeky has an ass that won't quit. But that, i mean it is a robotic entity with a mind of its own and a tremendous zest for life. It has been known to knock down tall buildings Godzilla style, and bring comfort and justice to the poor and ill-trodden. Like Jesus' fish and loaves, Cheeky's ass is bliblical salvtion at its best. You know, like a superhero.

I write emails professing my undying love, and she ignores them. She tackes me to the ground and wedges an 8-inch spikes heel into my spine. What's not to love?

And I've seen hers too...

The Green Fairy has nothing on Erin. She's the Thanatos in your peanut butter, the cool steel "click" of a revolver being cocked during a game of Russian Roulette, a virgin daiquiri (without the virgin part) and a velveteen elbow glove. She's chaos theory in a dress, a tempest in a d-cup, sending your plans tumbling ass over elbows like garden gnomes in a twister. She's a lemongrass slurpee, a giggling syreen, a gothic gun moll with an itchy trigger finger and if you're lucky (and very nice) you too shall know her velocity.