Wednesday, October 10, 2007
La Femme Wristdana
It’s not that 1950s Boxer Mug Wiseguy’s got the obnoxious tatt. Not even his rosarie bead necklace thing. Nor even that hint of frost tip in the hair.
It’s the wristdana. The subtle doggie ‘bag maneuver he performs with expert precision on icy blonde La Femme Nikita is simply the frosting on the mug of ass.
But that wristdana tasks me.
It pulls me away from the dual aqua boobies, and sexy mom popsicle on the end.
Oh, and I see you too, Five O’Clock Frank. But you’re neither here nor there. Like a great big ball of genericism. You cause no disruption and are best simply ignored.
