Thursday, January 31, 2008
Simone and the Geyser
Oh sweet Simone, you are the hott from my freshman year philosophy class mixed with a sexy dash of Vivica A. Fox in Independence Day. You would tempt a trumpet playing Denzel by wearing a bright red dress. You are delightful.
And yet you cohabitate with a greasy ball of Vegas motorcycle oil, beaded up and ready for action. A dude whose forehead veins are about to explode with geyser-like oil while an overacting Daniel Day Lewis enunciates loudly.
Leave him Simone. You will not miss his beads. I promise.
