Friday, August 15, 2008
Friday Ramblings
Another excellent week of hottie/douchey mock, thanks go out to every ‘bag hunter who emailed in pics or just dropped a line to say hi to your stubbly narrator, The DB1.
I head back to sit on my rug in L.A. this weekend and contemplate all that is Cleavite, and all that wears stupid aqua slot glasses and spikey hair that would inspire Richard Dreyfus to hunt for a mountain.
Yesterday, while at the Museum of Modern Art to enjoy the Dali exhibit, I couldn’t help but notice the very high volume of Grad Student Art Lover Gazelle Hotts (GSALGH), with beautifully exposed arcs of pale cleavite bobbing and weaving through the exhibitions. The conflict between Big Head and Lil’ Head led to the following discussion:
Lil’ Head: Ayayayaya, will you get a gander at the squeezable love pillows on that ambulatory hottwich?
Big Head: Lil’ Head, can you give it a rest? I’m trying to look at art!
Lil’ Head: Shmuck, those large mammaries on the Quartasian Columbia Grad Student by the Picasso ARE art.
Big Head: Lil’ Head, all I’m asking for is a moment of respite to enjoy great works of modern and contemporary paintings and sculptures without you distracting me with neighboring boobie pokes.
Lil’ Head: What do you think inspired these artists to create the art you’re looking at, dumbass? Boobie pokes are art. You think Picasso would’ve ever picked up a canvas unless he knew it would score him quality hottie boobie suckle thigh? Art is the metaphorical suckle by which the artist grabs literal suckle.
Big Head: Look, just shut it, Lil’ Head. Your constant distractions are ruining my time here at MoMA. Just give me a half hour to appreciate great art without you nudging me to stare at boobies. Okay?
Lil’ Head: That ass over there is great art.
Big Head: Yes. Yes it is.
Big Head and Lil’ Head (together): Mmmmmm.
And so the struggle continues.
An excellent review of the book can be read here at Beyond Race Magazine.
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