Wednesday 15 September 2010

Humbling

What I'd give to be able to write stuff like this:

Imagine Rooney's head turning crimson as he vigorously bothers a bonk-eyed orange tart with the complimentary pillow mint stuck to her left buttock. Then picture him at the moment of fruition, twisted into a hooting, neckless mess of lust that will indelibly print itself into your mind, corrupting all your fondest memories.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

EEugh - I feel sick.

Woman on a Raft said...

They've just made it impossible for me to eat baby beetroot, and I love beetroot in olive oil and balsamic vinegar.

Bastards.

Mitch said...

You can see why Colleen says no.