Friday, November 17, 2006
Inverted 'Bag Sandwich #58
I don’t know how douchey this generic blob of putz is. Probably not enough to qualify him for ‘bag status. Although that necklace does suggest scrote tendencies.
But I do know one thing.
I would order the prime rib at Morton’s with this blond vision, then make vapid and shallow jokes about how long it’s taking Crate and Barrel to deliver our new sofa. We would discuss the weather and our trip to Barbados in December while we sip a twenty two dollar per glass Pinot Noir. Afterwards, back at home in Bel Air, we would make silent love in the dark while I worried about my stocks.
