To fund my research and feed myself and Madam Aya as well as prolong my stay on this pimply isle I have been working as a peddler of luxury brands. And in this merchant trade, passing wares between hands of many nations, I see my share of rare and beautiful wonders.
Take this furry blue box as an example. Wrought in the furnaces of Christian Dior it is the size of a coaster and as thick as a ham sandwich. It will eat most anything, especially cash.
Today it will be sold to some stupid bitch for over $100.
This is to say, my job totally rocks. Stay tuned for more exotic pieces.
posted by Overture at
1:13 PM
3 Comments:
wow.
hahahahahahahhaha....wow.
Have you touched this magic furry money box? (the blue thing, not the stupid bitch! baddum ching!)
Yeah, well, they say Andy Warhol worked as a professional diaper-eater, and oxen-raper before his big break.
You gonna hook me up with some luxury denim? I want selvedge, dewd.
ryan>
tell me your size, i can totally hook your legs up.
the box is terry cloth, or however you spell that.
toddville>
even in your wildest dreams could you not imagine the treats I have in store.
wow. I mean I've stuck my dick in a lot of furry boxes, but I can't wait to get up in a furry BLUE box.
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