Vapid, pouty-lipped, sullen-faced, blank-eyed bored heiresses and heirs, dressed not just to the nines but to the tens, elevens, and beyond, find themselves languishing atop an enormous jagged black rock just after dawn, poufy party dresses only slightly less poufed than when the festivities started seemingly yesterdays and yesterdays ago, neckties undone to an effect somewhere between rakish and debauched. Shoes in hand, anywhere but on feet. No one has anywhere to go. None of these overprivileged eternal revelers ever has anywhere to go but the parties that land them on these rocks.
Oh, how I loathe luxury lifestyle billboards.
fresh-baked at 04:45 PMWow. That was like reading Penthouse Forum. Only without the part about the swollen co**s and boobies and stuff. Not that I read Penthouse Forum. Just that that is what I would imagine Penthouse Forum to read like, albeit without the mention of swollen co**s and boobies and stuff. And even if I did read Penthouse Forum, I imagine I would only look at the pictures.
Dear Penthouse Forum, I never thought this would happen to me, but the other day while I was reading a blog at Jodiverse.....
Offered by: Ds on January 9, 2008 12:07 PMJodi! How could you be so cruel to those poor kids? Don't you know that, in the Magic World of Advertising, giant seagulls snap up these little morsels of pretension, only to deficate them onto their seaside rocky perches?
Next time you see a billboard with such an image, take a minute and feel sorry for those little shits.
Offered by: Thomas on January 9, 2008 8:45 AM
