Sunday, March 16, 2008
The Eagle Has Handed
It’s a lazy Sunday.
Which means one and only one thing.
I’d spend the rainy season camped out under papaya leaves weaving tapestries out of straw to exhange for coin to ride a merchant ship heading for the Ivory Coast just for the chance to briefly meet the child laborers who helped sew her Victoria’s Secret bra in a sweatshop.
Which is my roundabout way of saying fantastic adult play pillows.
And lame wrist-strap, Eagle Douche.
