Tuesday, November 11, 2008
The Sports Bra
Is it me or are the tighty muscle-ts beginning to resemble sports bras?
Nice smug douche-sneer, Frank. Sure Kimmy just turned 19, and the Sorority trip to Vegas is “like, bitchin’.” But that doesn’t mean you have to apply the choke-headlock “embrace” so she can’t easily escape.
Kimmy’s belly pooch is crying out for me to recite W.H. Auden poetry above it, and then nibble on its softness like a caffeinated hedgehog on paint thinner.
