Monday, May 19, 2008
Fratburger
Is this authentobaggery? Or simply ironic poseur fratfakery?
Either way, I’d like to pelt his upper face area with raisins dipped in cowpie.
Then I’d whisk her away to a monestary where we’d read Gnostic texts from the 3rd Century before suckling on each others middle toes while listening to Fishbone.
