the carpet was Italian and ugly, and cost seven thousand dollars
I'm competing with my friend for the same writing job. It's pretty surprising that this hasn't happened sooner. Courtney by rights deserves it more than I, but hopefully by being presumptuous and demanding I will do as I always do and worm my way in. I don't even have time to do this. It's an egotistical pursuit. The paper in question is not fabulous.
Also, many references have been made to Courtney's brazilian, which is wickedly ugly. Who would want a bald pussy? It looks like a Purdue frozen chicken. Yesterday we showed each other our respective nether regions and Courtney was totally repulsed by Bonnie's and my full bushes, which, whenever we wear hot pants in public, protrude from our clothing. I think this is kind of sexy but Courtney was almost physically sick.
I'm told it's a West Coast thing, this preoccupation with hair and its removal, but I know lots of dudes and ladies all over this great nation who are into the smooth fucking. This is what I celebrated, then, this weekend; celebrated the freedom to micromanage your genitals, the freedom to fuck as smooth or as rough as you wanna, and the freedom to cross-pollinate other subcultures. The cross-pollination came in the form of Mike Ratz spilling a glass of red wine on the carpet of a female artist's very expensive mod house, an artist whose work is pretty abysmal but she had vegan spring rolls and lots of Grey Goose Vodka available, as well as many Polish supermodel friends who made us drink Polish vodka and booty dance. It was the booty dancing that caused the spillage. I like to think that as long as Bonnie and I are together, we will continue to ruin things with our asses.
Also, many references have been made to Courtney's brazilian, which is wickedly ugly. Who would want a bald pussy? It looks like a Purdue frozen chicken. Yesterday we showed each other our respective nether regions and Courtney was totally repulsed by Bonnie's and my full bushes, which, whenever we wear hot pants in public, protrude from our clothing. I think this is kind of sexy but Courtney was almost physically sick.
I'm told it's a West Coast thing, this preoccupation with hair and its removal, but I know lots of dudes and ladies all over this great nation who are into the smooth fucking. This is what I celebrated, then, this weekend; celebrated the freedom to micromanage your genitals, the freedom to fuck as smooth or as rough as you wanna, and the freedom to cross-pollinate other subcultures. The cross-pollination came in the form of Mike Ratz spilling a glass of red wine on the carpet of a female artist's very expensive mod house, an artist whose work is pretty abysmal but she had vegan spring rolls and lots of Grey Goose Vodka available, as well as many Polish supermodel friends who made us drink Polish vodka and booty dance. It was the booty dancing that caused the spillage. I like to think that as long as Bonnie and I are together, we will continue to ruin things with our asses.