Thursday, April 16, 2009
Rachel in the Meat Packing District
All sorts of publishing problems today makes the DB1 break out the Night Train and HoHos early.
I munch on some tasty chemical goodness, and sip some fortified wine from my Ubiquitous Red Cup, and contemplate this pic.
Poor Rachel.
So Bleethed. You can see her petals wilting into douchebaguette under the heat-lamp force of so many flexing Vegas poseurs.
You can also see her boobies.
