|
f. gary gray, peter sarsgaard, alcohol, manchicken, commentary, actresses, motherbitch, michael weston, blog novel, harrumph, robert smith, amsterdam, cannibal, pi(film), gabriel jeffrey, webcams, wizardsof haute couture, octavio gómez, party, connie chung, gardolins,
|
As many different dogs as there are yoga pants. The yoga pants are the ones bringing new jersey the dogs. They like to attack each other. The dogs, not the yoga pants. By the way, I refer to the women in yoga pants simply as, "Yoga Pants." Some of the yoga pants have newborn babies strapped to their chests. Trying new jersey to hike their way back into their smaller yoga pants I would assume. And some yoga pants like to wear snow boots. I new jersey don't have the heart to tell them there's NO FUCKING SNOW!!!!!!! But hey, these are the same assholes that think they're in a canyon so I have little sympathy for them. With their packs of dogs, snow boots and babies in sacks, the yoga pants kinda look like little blonde sherpas, guiding me up the mountain, to a smaller ass. One morning, as I finished my walk I saw the most amazing thing! Walking towards me, starting his morning stroll was none other than Bob Barker in all his liver-spotted glory!
|
