Journey of a Thousand Boobies
Clearly Greasy McChin has a huge Asian fetish, what with the tat and the ambiguously Asian hottie in his grasp. Thus the last name “McChin” takes on dual meaning when I rank on his scrotiness and want to set his gel-head on fire.
Or I could just call him a whiff of seagull crap and remove all entendres completely.
Looking at this hottie inspires me. I’d like to explore those Malaysian caves of Saline for a two month journey of self discovery, meditation and contemplation. I would nuzzle in their warm fleshy hills, chant the rhythmic Om, search my shakra and discover a higher consciousness.
I call this experience “Journey of a Thousand Boobies.” I will travel to the Shrine of the Sufi saint Baha al-Din al-Naqshbandi in Bukhara where I will humbly prostate myself and ask the Eternal Spirit to explain to me the secret of the joyous Thousand Boobies. Just as ancient Kings of the Bukhara before me, I will search the heavenly Boobies of higher consciousness for meaning and for guidance.
And lo, answers will come in nipple shapped visions of bouncing hotties and luscious tatas. And I will know that my Journey of a Thousand Boobies has taken me halfway across the world to discover the one deep and incontestible eternal truth: I likes me the boobies.
