Thursday, October 19, 2006
The Scandadouchian
This creepy ass EuroBag kind of scares me. He’s like douche mutant or something. Normally I wouldn’t subject my readers to a weird-ass Scandadouchian like this turd if it weren’t for the absolutely fantastic raven he’s posing with.
She makes me want to move to Prague and sell newspapers for coin while feasting on bread and cheese and living in that one room studio above the butcher just so I can follow her home from Mass on Sundays.
Yup. I just stepped into a Kundera novel.
European novelist allusions aside, I’d like to pepper-spray Gunter until he begs me in a combination of broken German and English to spare his Abba loving ass. I would then curl up in Raven’s dark hair and dream of the Old World while eating a bar of toblerone.
