The Death of an American
Bonjour, Bitches.
This post is about breasts. If that offends you, click here.
Nice is killin’ me ya’ll.
It was around this location in which I was glad I spent $7,000 of the company's money to fly business class. If you can't see the map, it's directly over DIA.
It’s vacation time for Europeans and that means the beaches are f-u-l-l. For those of you that don’t have cable, the beaches here are topless. Which is invitation enough for some of the ugliest fu*kin’ people to come out and show off their melanoma, leather-like skin. Nasty. Ass
And then there’s the women. My. God. The women. Most of whom were dressed. Now if we could just figure out a way to combine the two.
Dinner by sunset? Makes a guy wanna throw his panties on the stage.
Needless to say, upon my return to the States my first order of business is to stop the nearest titty bar and order a big-ass plate of nachos. Apparently the Mexicans never made it this far. Sure, Spain is near, but what have they done for me lately? Not nachos.
Oh, and when you come to visit, I’m taking you to Cannes.
A view of Cannes's beach with a storm lurking in the background. If you look reeeeal close, you can see the latest fashion trends.
And then we’ll make-out.
This post is about breasts. If that offends you, click here.
Nice is killin’ me ya’ll.
It was around this location in which I was glad I spent $7,000 of the company's money to fly business class. If you can't see the map, it's directly over DIA.
It’s vacation time for Europeans and that means the beaches are f-u-l-l. For those of you that don’t have cable, the beaches here are topless. Which is invitation enough for some of the ugliest fu*kin’ people to come out and show off their melanoma, leather-like skin. Nasty. Ass
And then there’s the women. My. God. The women. Most of whom were dressed. Now if we could just figure out a way to combine the two.
Dinner by sunset? Makes a guy wanna throw his panties on the stage.
Needless to say, upon my return to the States my first order of business is to stop the nearest titty bar and order a big-ass plate of nachos. Apparently the Mexicans never made it this far. Sure, Spain is near, but what have they done for me lately? Not nachos.
Oh, and when you come to visit, I’m taking you to Cannes.
A view of Cannes's beach with a storm lurking in the background. If you look reeeeal close, you can see the latest fashion trends.
And then we’ll make-out.
