the Bear Prince is highly amused.

[dontfeedthe]

Word to your mothers.

Just one word, now.  Not a bunch.  Just one.

New York is never going to know what hit it with me here now.  It's almost summer and I'm ripped and ready to go.  I think a beach party is in order.  Except without a beach but the ladies in hot ass bikinis strutting their stuff.  I approve of this idea greatly.

Comments

[sluefooting]

[dontfeedthe]

I'm willing to dip into my funds to buy a couple.

[sluefooting]

[dontfeedthe]

Very generous. I like to give 'til it hurts sometimes.

[one_fry_short]

[dontfeedthe]

What's your idea of summer because nothing is better than scantily clad chicks in the eye patches that pass for swimwear these days.

[one_fry_short]

[dontfeedthe]

Well you can't go wrong with ice cream. It's the food of gods. Especially with vanilla bean specks in it.

Damn it. Now you've made me want to hit up an ice cream parlor.

[royalcollapse]

I think you'll find yourself missing the sand and waves five minutes into this so-called social gathering.

[dontfeedthe]

Well check this out! Miss Billboard. Can I have an autograph or private viewing of the next line?

[royalcollapse]

Why? Not like there's anything all that different from the rest of our previous lines.

[dontfeedthe]

I'd like to see the new fall line strewn on my various pieces of furniture, preferably because I've stripped them off of you.

[bringmeherheart]

You are such a dork.

[dontfeedthe]

Don't hate. I'm made of love and awesome and you know it.

[bringmeherheart]

Love and awesome and extreme dorkery.

[dontfeedthe]

What's wrong with dorkery?