All You Know On Earth, And All You Need To Know
Oft-quoted is Keats for his romantic observation that “truth is beauty, and beauty is truth.” Well, the man must have never seen himself a sweet-ass pair of fake tits.
Honestly though, that doesn’t seem to do it for me. And though I don’t like buying into what everyone outside of Los Angeles says about Los Angeles, I must admit that during these past two weeks I have come across a good many women with less-than-genuine tah-tahs.
Thing is—outside of the fact that they are visually incongruous, have the texture of swollen goiters, and are decidedly lethal—I’m not really sure if I am a fan of them. Maybe it has to do with the fact that every woman I’ve seen attached to a pair of these counterfeit hoohaa’s has a ravaged, yet curiously preserved face not unlike the mummified corpse of Hatshepsut.
Sure, we see them in Playboy and Hustler with rather inviting facial features, but I am now convinced that this look isn’t achieved without some heavy spackling.
(Wow, saying that almost adds to the experience.)
So maybe Keats was on to something, although his subtle message is now lost in the archaic word form that was once known as The Poem. So I would like to translate it for a more contemporary interpretation:
Pay close attention to this one remarkable fact: that the more a girl makes you laugh, the better her ass looks in jeans.
2 Comments:
you are, and will always be...
an ass man!
You say this... but I also know that while you love a nice ass... you also like a nice chest. Just telling the truth mdf.
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