He’s chopped his own wings off with a pair of brand new garden secateurs.
He’s snapped his bow and arrow over his left thigh.
He’s bought a helicopter gunship that is specifically designed for toddlers.
He’s grown a Dali moustache with his unparalleled amounts of testosterone.
He’s stolen a second hand copy of the Karma Sutra.
He’s travelled to Hollywood to become a porn director.
He’s been telling Henry the Eighth all about the headless female mannequins.
“They would never have thought of it if it wasn’t for you Henry.”
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