Tuesday, October 20, 2009
The Floater
Because nothing says “ready to swim” like double mandanas on the arm, four necklaces, greased up hair spike, and pokey red Spiderman underoos.
Oh Zoë.
You smile as if you aren’t standing next to a Floater that smells like bacon and bodspray. But, wait! What’s that? Your belly calls out to me:
Zoë Belly: Poooochhhh me!!!
What’s that, Zoë Belly?
Zoë Belly: Pooooochhhh me, DB1!!! Slather my button!! Barrump my tummy like an Arctic seal with lupus!!!
Well. If you insist.
But first, I must chapstick.
