Thursday, July 20, 2006

The Adventures of Gay Girl

5 comments:

Kristi Maxwell said...

enough boob trees in the world could put an end to the notion of mothers and world hunger...if only the spurring of their lactation can be figured...

i'm entranced!

no, i'm drenched!

really, my shirt is wet--is lactation contagious?

Mathias Svalina said...

If lactation is contagious I'm in big trouble. in little china.

I mean what does he do when Goldie Hawn in away?

amfine said...

If I had a tree like this I'd never buy creamer again, and oh what mornings I would have...thank you for putting such a wonderous thought inside my head.

Sommer said...

all ya'll are sick

Anonymous said...

An extract from "Random Rambles 'Round the Duchy of Grand Poitrine", a travelogue published in 1882 by Lord Terwillinger of Gluttonbury:

"After leaving the charming avenues of Aureola, the capital of Grand Poitrine, we find ourselves in the boskey dells of Nipplia, where the rustic farmers are busy gathering the fulsome fruits of the Boob Tree, which have been ripening since the preceding Spring. Ah! how can the glamour of London compare with the simple joy of sitting down in some charming rural inn and having one's cup filled to over-brimming by one's host squeezing with his own honestly calloused hands one of the deliciously pink products of that uniquely Poitrinian delicacy. Needless to say, the cheeses of Grand Poitrine are among the finest in southwest central Europe."