Saturday, February 23, 2008
Flag Day
I love the smell of shaved body grease in the morning. It smells like something something.
Seriously. Put on a shirt. Enough all ready. Mein eyes can’t take much more of this.
It’s Saturday morning and my Cocoa Puffs, while still sugary and delicious, lose just a bit of that chocolate crunchy joy when I realize some beefed up Billy Zanebag is pawing a trashy bar hott’s hindquarters.
