Thursday, April 9, 2009
Uncle Frank and Adreanna
It’s hard to really label Uncle Frank a true douche.
More like your recently divorced uncle who’s trying reallllly hard to get back in the game. By creating weird bandanas and wearing polka dots.
But I did not come here to praise Uncle Frank.
Nor did I really come here to mock him.
I came to celebrate the holy gamoley dancing angels humping cactuses in a Francis Bacon triptych artistic masterpiece that is Adreanna.
I would ride a unicycle through a warehouse full of angry possums cup slapping each of them as I passed just for the chance to sniff the staid air captured after her dainty burp upon finishing her meal of arugula salad and goat cheese.
