Thursday, December 31, 2009

The Hot-ness.

If assy blondes are your bag you better buy a ring cause I ain't gonna last long on this shelf over here.

I recommend you come and witness the extent of my assy blond-ness by coming to watch me jog between 5 - 6 at night.  Now hold on you eager beaver.  You have to stand in line.  That's right, qeue up buddy.  There are other drunk and homeless people who like to watch my junk jump.

That's right.  It jumps.  I know this because it was shouted at me as I jogged by a collection of men who have teeth missing, smell like pee and could be my father.  Wait, that's not fair.  That one guy might have been fifteen for all I know.  Dirt, lack of sleep and abusing substances from the time you can say "pass the glue" would age the best of us.

Happy new year friends.

May TwentyZen bring out the best in all of us.

love and appreciation,

Alice

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"And what does it live on?"
"Weak tea with cream in it."
A new difficulty came into Alice's head,
"Supposing it couldn't find any?" she suggested.
"Then it would die, ofcourse."
"But that must happen very often," Alice remarked thoughtfully.
"It always happens," said the Gnat.