Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Antibihotics
I would wade through a sea of pirhannas in the deep forrests of Africa while carrying a stack of iron maidens, juggling ostrich eggs, gargling a double shot of MacCallan 18 year, and humming the theme to "Rawhide" merely for the pleasure of lighting off organic cucumber fireworks at the base of a forty foot shrine made of bamboo shoots and plantains simply to pay tribute to this hottie's uber-hotness.
She's so fantastic my fillings ache.
She's what I like to call antibihotics. Antibihotics are hotties who can cure anything simply by being. Not by doing. By existing. Through zen hottitude. Through om-presence perfection.
I would read Longfellow then nibble on her shoulderblades.
Oh, yeah, and the dude with pink upturned collar and hat? Uhm. What's the word I'm searching for. I just had it.
Oh yeah.
Douchebag.
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Or at least the little pendant at the end of the necklace, residing for the rest of eternity on her pillows.
# posted by 
: 9:18 AM
: 9:18 AM
are there pirhanas in Africa? i thought they were a primarily Amazon feature.
but i guess you can say that most douches (especially this one) ARE pirhanas.
they DEVOUR the hotties whole, man. that's cruel. especially THIS hottie. i can spend an undetermined number of pantless nights and mornings within those juicy sex bombs.
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but i guess you can say that most douches (especially this one) ARE pirhanas.
they DEVOUR the hotties whole, man. that's cruel. especially THIS hottie. i can spend an undetermined number of pantless nights and mornings within those juicy sex bombs.
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