Thursday, September 13, 2007
DJ Poopy Head
Play that funky music, choadwipe.
Shaving one’s chin pubes into the “Eye of Providence,” that creepy cult-like pyramid with the eyeball on the back of the $1 bill, gets mad Freemason cult props. Now all we need is to fold Washington’s face and see if it makes a mushroom.
She is delectable. Like a fine wine. Or a sherpa named Moses.
Perfectly ripened, with a delightful smile that makes transcendental harmonics when gonged. That last sentence sounds like a crude double-entendre, but I meant it simply as poetics as to the spiritual resonance of a nice smile. And boobies I’d like to lather with soap and prepare for the ice age.
A Spanish tamale with extra guacamole. She makes me hungry.
