You may have noticed that there was no post dedicated to finding Fellatio V a husband this week. The truth is that we've finally realised that it's a lost cause. Fellatio V is just not worthy of any of the men in our radars.
So last night when we were at the East Brunswick Club, the teapot and I thought we'd find ourselves some husbands. The task was too easy when we realised that these two were present in all their glory.
While they are both so talented, I can see that it'll be game on for the (unattainable) love of Jake, in the pink, between Fallopian Teapot, Yo and me. My nails will be out.
In other news, bluejuice were Rad. I was had at the running man. No going back after the nakedness.
ps. Daniel Boud, who took that photo, is a genius in front of a band. Or almost any subject. Do you think that if I keep flattering him, he'll put a good word in for me with the higher powers at Time Out and get me a job with their Berlin pages?
2 comments:
heh. bring it
it's, uhh, already been brung.
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