Thursday, June 19, 2008
The Wasteland and the Flower
A great philosopher, I think it may have been Archibald Leech, once observed that even in a barren concrete wasteland, a flower can grow.
In this case, that flower has a great tan, fantastic legs, a beautiful peroxide smile and a less attractive best friend. I want to perform the Heimlich maneuver on her while greased up with chicken-fat.
Conversely, the wasteland is trashy, smells like pledge, and has a creepy guy in the background who may or may not spend lots of money buying products from late night infomercials.
