Wednesday, January 28, 2009

The Woman, The Myth, The Legend


Shes not making that up, btw. she really does have a Gucci onsie with titty joining gold hardware. (Exhibit A to the left)

Ok, I know Spice Master Xerox is going to murder me for doing this to her. This is really cruel. And I hope if she has any strange pictures of me wearing a baithing suit in the dead of winter, she will keep them hidden although now I guess she has the right to unveil.

But lets face it - only Spice would do this - literally she is the only person in North America with this kind of undying support for her friends to drop everything at a moments notice and come over at ten pm on a tuesday in late January, wearing only a trench coat and this gucci number (which she picked up in the Firenze Outlet Mall Domination '07)... simply because her useless studio art major friend wanted to sketch her inherent physical perfection.

So Thank you Spice. You are an inspiration to women everwhere with your resilient kindness and openness to being an (almost) nude artists model with practically no warning. And your incredible metabolism which allows you to take part in such activities without shame or lovehandles. No one else on earth can consume a daily caloric intake in chaco tacos alone after a full day of eating whatever crossed your path and doing no more exercise than ferverently wiggling your foot at light speed all day long while murderously focusing on something like researching flying squirrels or perfecting your russian accent.

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