Tuesday, July 21, 2009
The Chinchilla
Oh, Linda.
How bold you think you are dating The Chinchilla. How daddy suffers for your wayward ways.
His chinstrappy gray vest / silk t-shirt wearing smug douche-pouty choaditude convinced you he was “dangerous.” He “slappa the bass” in his Clash tribute band, “Cock the Casbah,” during open-mic-night at the Beer Shack. And it was rad.
Such a poor choice, Linda. But I will forgive you.
By awkwardly fondling your outer thigh area with a fly swatter and a jar of mustard.
