Thursday, September 27, 2007
The Olive Loaf
Grab a table and hang on, folks. The Olive Loaf is riding into town. And he’s got his eyes on boobies.
What can stop the Olive Loaf Experience?
Hosing him down?
Taking away his hair braid extensions?
Having angry nuns forcibly remove the rosary from his neck at knife-point?
I do not know the answer to these perplexing questions. But I do know that I would oil paint her purse in day-glo 1960s colors just for the chance to drink her electric koolaid and fly over her cuckoo’s nests. Or into them. Or onto them. Mmm… nests.
That’s it. This pic put me over the edge. Where’s my bottle of J.D.
