Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Hair Magnon
Some people like to wake up with a cup of quality coffee. That slow roasted kind whose aroma wafts through the house and perks you up. You sit down, read the paper, and sip away at that dark roasted delight while preparing for the day with excitment and purpose.
Me? I like to wake myself up by smacking myself in the face with the unholy wretchedness that is a true HCwDB spew.
Hair Magnon here likes to rent out his jaw as a garlic press.
Hottie has all sorts of beaded goodness going on.
Together, they make purple.
Like a ten thousand volt shot of caffeine right to the gut, I feel refreshed and ready to face the day. And by refreshed I mean alcoholic.
