Nose Hairs and Dead Crows
November 8th, 2007
Of course, there are the frequent vomit trips to the bathroom, but most of the time, I have no sympathy for the glamorous lifestyle of models — the exotic locations, the lavish attention, the free drinks at bars, the mullah, the brainless comradery of a group of half-naked, A-cup, skinny white girls.
However, for this skinny white girl I do have some sympathy. No way I’d go out in public wrapped in a shapeless diarrhea-hued rug held closed with a belt made from the braided nose hairs of a Viking while sporting footwear fashioned from the remains of a dead crow.
That might explain her scowl.