Sunday Thoughts: Veronica
As to your humble narrator’s weekend, yesterday I decided to venture out of my stained-rug apartment to meet up with one of our newest honorees in the Hall of Hott, Veronica.
Purely in the interests of the site and my readers, and not through any personal motivation, of course.
We met up on a beautiful sunny afternoon in humid, smoggy Los Angeles for some cheesy posh “drinks by the pool” at the Beverly Hills Hotel. Here’s a pic of Veronica calling her friends to inform them that she’s arrived in town and met up with your humble narrator. She looks perplexed by the DB1’s wily charms.
Here I’m informing Veronica that she’s now an official member of the Hall of Hott, with celebratory ironic “Shocker.”
A little later in the evening, over drinks, Veronica decided to douchebaguette it up.
And then, to make amends for her ‘baguette moment, Veronica rewarded me with a pose as the “sexy librarian.”
Ah, hanging in Los Angeles with a luscious, funny and nerdy-hott Hall of Hott ball of boobie hottie suckle thigh. There are worse things in life.
