Wednesday, January 23, 2008
The Frosted Flake
Tony the Frosted Tips isn’t major ‘bag. But the low cut shirt and the outrageously perfect hott on his arm are enough to mock his ass repeatedly in spite of the average douche status.
It is my dream that the affable homies in the background will take one look at that frosted hair and trashcan his ass in the alleyway.
She, however, is Alba Hott by way of an Ukrainian orphanage.
I would hunt down influenza infected Caribou dressed as a space monkey just for the chance to play Gershwin tunes on a kuzoo outside her grandmother’s nursing home.
She plays racquetball dressed only in Victoria’s Secret.
And she does not sweat.
