Wednesday, April 22, 2009
The Provisional Nottadouche
This guy is likely a douche. Sadly, though, there’s not enough visual evidence to convict. A silly face and a slight semi-ass-grab is not enough, and by law, I must issue a provisional nottadouche (until more evidence surfaces).
So why run this pic?
Because Bottle Blonde’s coquettish giggle and sly, shy grin task me to glue sparkles and uncooked macaroni to her upper thigh until I can form a complete mosaic of the Sistine Chapel. At which point I would nibble each macaroni off her thigh, while reciting Dante’s Paradiso in its original Italian. And then I would Marcello her Mastroiannis.
