Thursday, March 29, 2007

Carpe Boobum

To answer your shirt, little PP: No but those big DDs make me forget you’re a big DB.

There’s something amusing in the exchange of glances going on here. PP actually has a clever plan in action. Feature tiny type on his shirt to ensnare the local cuties into being forced to lean in to read what it says. At that moment, Lil’ P.P. is free to engage in what is known in the Himalayas as “The Eyeball Quest.” The surreptitious journey into the hinterlands. The sense memory exersize in which a fraction in time is preserved for future recall during a more, lets say private, moment.

But instead of taking that spiritual journey of the soul when the chance arises, Lil’ P.P. chooses instead to glance at the camera.

They have a word for that around here… What is it… It’ll come to me in a moment… Oh yeah. Douchebag.

Now I know what you’re thinking. Shut up and post the funny pics, clown. And I will. But consider this. Those chances in life to gaze at the Holy Cleavite must not be wantonly spent on the frivolity of the nearby camera. Whence facing such a moment, remember this.

Glance.

Glance like the wind. Glance like you might never glance again. Before the moment is lost.

Carpe Boobum, boys. Carpet Boobum. Or regret it forever.

# posted by douchebag1

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