Monday, September 24, 2007
The White Shadow
Some ‘bags are hard to spot.
Their scrotey wiley charms are hidden. Covert. They must be parsed out using only one’s cunning and a small Malaysian boy as trade.
Other douchewanks hit you over the head with a large polo mallet.
Like 10 Degree White Shadow ‘Bag.
Thwack.
Ouch.
Is White Shadow the legendary Fish Slap? The chin says possibly.
But all I do know is that Bustier Hottie is a tiny bouncing ball on top of the closed captioning sing-along words of my heterosexuality. Words that say boob.
