Saturday, May 16, 2009
Greasy Eurobag Saturday
Here’s a classic example of that oily, Euro-peen, small cigarette smoking, entitlement, aristocratic Eurodouche type.
The ones that sit around in cafes and rub their pecs with cocoa cremes. The ones who have what I like to call “Fauxhawks of the Mind.”
And then there’s Katerina. From a small town near Dusseldorf, she was trained by cold and uncaring parents for ten years to be a champion swimmer. Until she rebelled. Took her inheritance, moved to Tuscany, and began dating Antonio.
But I would forgive her her transgressions. With soft, counter-clockwise rubbing of the upper shoulder area.
