Thursday, February 18, 2010
Shmecky O and Tracy Hott
Shmecky O busts classic douche-face and douche grease, and, in so doing, pops a squat on all of recorded history, philosophy, art and science.
Tracy Hott blinks her doe eyes in the morning dew sunlight, sings with bluejays and pirouettes with pinatas.
And then I hump her discared pizza boxes in the dumpster out back.
