Oh, to be a cyber stalking time traveler and journey through the portals of time and space to April 2007 where I'd find this real world babe-next-door, and through transcendental astral projection, align myself with the tiny drops of perspiration which glisten like delicate cherry blossoms under her firm, bronzed, Country-Crock-I-can't-Believe- it's-Not-Buttercups and slowly descend down the treasure trail of her taught and supple Bisquick batter underbelly.
You should check out her profile on Live Journal and Friendster, Dr. Who.
ReplyDeleteThis obsession with chicks in the kitchen has been going on since 2007? The crazy world we live in.
Dang-it Dude! How long did it take for you to write that Perfect Discription? The Country Crock is melting but I don't think the Burner is on... The Stove... I'm talking about. Keep-em Comming, this just made my day!
ReplyDeleteI've had an unhealthy obsession with chicks in the kitchen since the third grade, as I watched, with fascination, as Eddie Hampton's mom cooked up some Lipton's Cup-a-Noodle soup and grilled cheese sandwiches in a low-cut sweater and mini-skirt.
ReplyDeleteApril '07 doesn't need to ignite the burners to melt butter. She would make my day if she'd slap my white buttocks with that plastic, heat-resistant spatula while calling me filthy names, wearing only her awesome purple sweat pants and rubber flip-flops.
Well originally I was going to refer to you as Dr. Poo but now I see you might have derived too much pleasure from it. Always good to know the backstory of people's obsessions. Thanks for feeling comfortable enough to share yours with us Hermit.
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