Yesterday I was walking through the city. I got to an intersection an waited for the lights to change. Looking across the road I saw a feral woman lift up her baggy tunic and flash a hundred or so business suited capitalists. She laughed to herself and then jaywalked across four lanes of traffic with an evil smile. 6 hours later a massive storm ripped through Perth. Coincidence? I'm not thinking so. She was probably a storm witch. Her boobs were powerful.
After casting the spell I think she probably caught a train out to an outer suburb and smoked buckets in a carpet fluff palace.
Yours,
ES 1996
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
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i'ld take storm witch over i need two dollars to visit my sick...blah, any day
Hmmm, I never thought about that. You've taken my pondering down a different delta. Perhaps one day, you and I will appear on Q&A with Tony Jones. Hopefully Julie Bishop will also be present and we can set her hair on fire. There'd have to be enough spray on varnish in her helmet hair to create a nice little CO2 footerprinter,
the "bish" has got herself some muscle, we may have to practise on the cosmetics ladies at myer's first. http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2006/03/09/1587241.htm
never trust a big butt and a smile
this isn't easy but i feel i've reached a point in my life where i'm comfortable with myself and who i am and that i can finally summon the inner strength to acknowledge that i am infact..the owner of a ricky martin cd
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