30 November 2007

legs

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During the endless hours of commute traffic of my youth, I thought about space aliens wanting my body for science. They were nice space aliens and asked. The deal was they would give me whatever I wanted if I'd give them my body when I died. It was always legs four inches longer. My babetude was completely untenable while that top heavy, and I reckoned four more inches would make the chest less outrageous. Don't believe any of those girls who say "world peace". We all mean it, but, well, in secret deals with space aliens... we have to have gotten the picture....

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