Thursday, January 17, 2008
Haute Couture
A sweet, yet cuckoo, friend I haven't seen in a while has invited me out to an Artsy Fartsy event. I've decided upon my metallic silver pants, satiny heels, and a silky tank top that gathers a bit around the straps and has a squared off neckline that is perfect for a push-up bra for that pre-Victorian top-of-the boobs look. A satiny, black, calf-length, high collared light jacket should be the icing on a tailored yet feminine look-except for the peanut butter on the insides of the sleeves.
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Nice ladee, nice, jes ass Manny is coming around, back to eating the solid food, u gots to go and talk about the clevages mas grande and the bras. He keep layin'on his side and breathing in and out, moaning softly, like some mami. Some enforcer I gots. Ay.
U know ladee, it's cold out. You could invite us in. We tell the mice and rats this our house now beeyotch.
Win win, si?
KS-13
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