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notkinkypatch You could say it's like an eyesore old farts bitch about. Some reckon and drag their fingers over their douchestaches and claim it's an enigma, maybe the second coming of something more fabulous than this, or a half squeezed out conundrum from The Powers That Be. What is fact is the unsightly vision of a lone, ominous building towering over the city, drawing eyes high only to break gazes quickly for you never knew who was watching. Maybe the fact that we all just go on living our lives in the shadow of the unknown is an issue but...right now...
Anyone who happens to glance out of the widows from within some undisclosed hotel is very much privy to the sight of a pair of long, lanky jean clad legs dangling from somewhere above, furiously kicking; accompanying the total eyesore are panicked squawks, wheezing, and high pitched whimpering laced with frantic cursing.
I have bigger unapocolyptic problems.
Back to those furiously pumping legs outside your hotel window, and the heel that continues to knock against the windowpane in an attempt to get some leverage on the situation- and the building.
"OIIIII OI GETCHER LIPS OFF THOSE TITS AN HELP A BROTHA OUT, MAN! I'LL-I'LL GET OUTTA YOUR WAY QUICK ENOUGH TO KEEP THE VIAGRA FLOWIN BUT FER THE LOVE OF CHRISTS HOLY ROSY NIPPLES LET ME IIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNN!"
Badou Nails: info broker, free lance journalist when the going gets tight, hard boiled motherfucker, ring a ding dong-ing atcher window. Who you gonna call?
Hopefully not room service but he'll just be hanging out until someone either lets him in or he breaks in.
Anyone who happens to glance out of the widows from within some undisclosed hotel is very much privy to the sight of a pair of long, lanky jean clad legs dangling from somewhere above, furiously kicking; accompanying the total eyesore are panicked squawks, wheezing, and high pitched whimpering laced with frantic cursing.
I have bigger unapocolyptic problems.
Back to those furiously pumping legs outside your hotel window, and the heel that continues to knock against the windowpane in an attempt to get some leverage on the situation- and the building.
"OIIIII OI GETCHER LIPS OFF THOSE TITS AN HELP A BROTHA OUT, MAN! I'LL-I'LL GET OUTTA YOUR WAY QUICK ENOUGH TO KEEP THE VIAGRA FLOWIN BUT FER THE LOVE OF CHRISTS HOLY ROSY NIPPLES LET ME IIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNN!"
Badou Nails: info broker, free lance journalist when the going gets tight, hard boiled motherfucker, ring a ding dong-ing atcher window. Who you gonna call?
Hopefully not room service but he'll just be hanging out until someone either lets him in or he breaks in.
