Tuesday, January 9, 2007
Trent Rezknob
Curly Sue cuts a lithe, sultry, cherry popsicle flavor on the dance floor. She’s downtown New York hot. The kind you take to wine tasting events on Ludlow Street before extensive coitus in her studio apartment on Avenue C.
This bearded sasquach makes the DB1 particularly annoyed on a Monday afternoon. I think it’s a particular revulsion with facial pubes that look like wood shavings left over from shop class. And ironed wig-like hair is a definite “+3” hit dice on the dungeons and douchebaggery scale.
I would picnic on hottie’s tablecloth shirt with festive spirits and hearty song.
