Me at Rainbow Serpent being not quite as untypically enthusiastic as I like to think I am: "... and I love the clouds in the sky and the feel of the breeze on my skin... and the music, man I love the music... and dancing during the day and vodka and cold watermelon juice and this tree... how cool is this tree? It's a seriously cool tree. And doof chicks. You cannot beat doof chicks. You can just tell their farts smell like sandalwood and they poo rainbows."Two cases in point - The Dreaded One and the lovely Kate.
Incidentally, at the risk of speaking too much about poo... I first met Kate when she emerged from the bushes at a doof, her exquisite face twisted in disgust. The first words I heard her say were, "I've just stepped in poo. I think it's human poo."
I assumed at the time it was just a ploy to keep the boys away. It didn't work. At least five guys dropped to their knees and offered cleanse her foot. One even leaned over to me and said, "I want to make babies with her."
2 comments:
zlrLet me get this straight. If ever I'm on the look-out for a new mate, all I need to do is step in some poo then tell some boys?
Man, times have changed since I was last single.
No. Not at all. I think it's a testament to the beauty she radiates that... oh I think you know what I meant.
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