Friday, January 11, 2008
Brick
Brick, you may have the head of a Fraggle, the orange-face of next generation Al Jolson inspired kabuki offensiveness, yellow spandex underwear that burns the eyebrows off butterflies, and chin stubble that looks like you had an accident at the Bosco Chocolate Syrup factory, but deep down, I’m sure you’re really a good guy.
And by good guy, I mean please don’t snap my spine like a graham cracker.
She is a sugartooth tiger of feline dexterity. An alleycat clawed minx that I would ignore, then ridicule, then make mad passionate love to her ankles until she politely asked me to leave now.
