I'm not sure whether Jason Schwartzbag really annoys on any level, or is just a clown. Then again, white belt.
White belts fray my soul. Like fishermen hunting the coelacanth. It is ancient, and wrong.
But I do love Angular Cheekboned Swede with the power of a Nordic Viking funeral. Yes, her push-up halter top is ill fitting and mushy. But making saline mashed potatoes is not something to be simply dismissed as edgy fusion cuisine from the downtown New York boobie scene.
I present for dessert: The most suckable hip bone on the menu.
Post by blazinheart on Dec 31, 2007 21:09:25 GMT -5
Lumpy, that is not Jason Shwartzman. Looks like him though.
The stogie he brazenly lit where he sit looked legit, but when the flame touched on the tip I could smell it's of another knit. He leaned his head back and inhaled the newpie dip and said "The whole design got my mind cryin', if I'm lyin' I'm dyin'..shit"