And I'm preeeeeeeeeee... / Pre-Funkin'
I knew it was you, Tom Petty. You broke my heart.
I was walking down the street today (for real, this isn't another hypothetical situation involving piss-eating, shit-drinking zealotry), on my way back from the liquor store. I'd grabbed up a bottle o' gin, with which to prepare myself for some karaoke, and I seen this woman...
She was pretty hot. But in a really, really weird kind of way.
Like I thought she was hot, and I couldn't say for sure that she wasn't homeless. That's what I'm saying.
The great philosopher Dave Attell sings the praises of homeless lady-companions: "They'll do anything for shelter."
I'm thinking she wasn't homeless. Just sort of dirty. And her husband and two children would've spoiled any romantic Colt .45 binges behind the AM/PM that I might've tried taking her on.
Classy dirty. Or, at least, not trashy-dirty. We're not talking, like, a billowing Tweety Bird with Attitude t-shirt and white blue-jeans. Open overshirt (possibly plaid?), solid color undershirt, no bra, large breasts...Not meth-addict skinny. Not even especially skinny. Glasses.
It was odd. She had that sort of facial structure that I, apparently, go for. Allison identified it when I was posting those Unsung Hotties pictures several months back. Fairy-like. Round cheeked, pointy-chinned, upturned nose. Her nose isn't standing out as upturned in my fleeting memory...but the rest was there.
Here's me playing with Paint some more.
(Not true to life.)
I was walking down the street today (for real, this isn't another hypothetical situation involving piss-eating, shit-drinking zealotry), on my way back from the liquor store. I'd grabbed up a bottle o' gin, with which to prepare myself for some karaoke, and I seen this woman...
She was pretty hot. But in a really, really weird kind of way.
Like I thought she was hot, and I couldn't say for sure that she wasn't homeless. That's what I'm saying.
The great philosopher Dave Attell sings the praises of homeless lady-companions: "They'll do anything for shelter."
I'm thinking she wasn't homeless. Just sort of dirty. And her husband and two children would've spoiled any romantic Colt .45 binges behind the AM/PM that I might've tried taking her on.
Classy dirty. Or, at least, not trashy-dirty. We're not talking, like, a billowing Tweety Bird with Attitude t-shirt and white blue-jeans. Open overshirt (possibly plaid?), solid color undershirt, no bra, large breasts...Not meth-addict skinny. Not even especially skinny. Glasses.
It was odd. She had that sort of facial structure that I, apparently, go for. Allison identified it when I was posting those Unsung Hotties pictures several months back. Fairy-like. Round cheeked, pointy-chinned, upturned nose. Her nose isn't standing out as upturned in my fleeting memory...but the rest was there.
Here's me playing with Paint some more.
(Not true to life.)