Wednesday, February 21, 2007
The Acorn
It’s like you can smell the stale pretzel breath from here. Wafting through the screen like a few too many cheap red-cupped vodka and red bulls. This tiny acorn’s a stage-1 ‘bag to be sure, but enough to toss in the scrote markdown bin and mark “half price.” Pumpy uses stage-1ers like this to pick his teeth with.
She is sweet and innocent and I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt and assume she doesn’t recognize the moldy douche fungus growing on the pud she’s with.
But do not underestimate stealth douche, Dorothy Hottie. From humble beginnings, an oak tree can grow. And by oak tree, I mean poo.
