Thursday, February 12, 2009

You know that feeling you get?

Like you just want to strip down to your fur boots and come busting out of a flag? Yeah, that's the feeling I'm talking about. When you're ready to slab on some make-up, grab your fake gun and just tear a big hole in that brownish canvas. That's the feeling I'm looking for. Good. Good. OK, imagine you're a sort of Slavic stone age militia prostitute. Now clench your teeth. Perfect! And hold it... *Click*

It's in the box.

1 Comments:

Blogger Lasse said...

That "feeling" your talking about has a name - I just happen to know it´s called: ART!

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