Sunday, May 18, 2008
Sunday Reflections
It’s baking like an oven here in Los Angeles. Hot enough to melt the frosted tips off sixteen Inland Empire ‘bags hangin’ in Arby’s at 1am.
As I sit and sweat and munch on a Lil’ Debbie Snack Cake, I can’t help but ask myself the grand philosophic question:
Why the rubber lips?
No seriously. Why?
Does it convey “manhood?” “Toughness?” Does it render the douche a white 2-Pac ready to go all East Coast vs. West Coast with his bad self?
And how can we separate dark haired young Laura San Giacomo muchable creampuff delight from the plague of rubberliposity?
I do not know.
But it’s Sunday. And tomorrow’s the Monthly. So lets just laugh at this tool and crack another Pabst Blue Ribbon until the heat subsides.
