Apr 08 2008
Jesus when I’m on I’m on. So I looked at Ryle’s Myspace Profile and noticed that she doesn’t tell us where she’s from. It says “I don’t really live in Chile.” It’s also evident that she doesn’t really put up any info about herself. So what do I do? Naturally I look at all of her pictures and I notice she’s got that “I take 1000 pictures of myself and it’s obvious because the flashlight is evident in every single shot, yet I like them because I can post them on my profile and give off a cool, yet trashy vibe” attitude. And yet all along I’m trying to deduce where she’s from. Because despite the obvious Long Island, Bronx, or Brooklyn pick I notice her clothes and friends. I’m thinking, “party town, or the south.” So I look at her top friends? They’re all from Colorado. So this little kitten is from Mile high. Insert “I’d like to be in her Mile High club” joke here. In any event, I like Ryle.
You know who else I like? Ryle’s friends. Most I saw were either 18 or 19 so that tells me these girls are just starting college, learning the ropes, but bringing the hippy, fun, drinking Colorado lifestyle with them. Cold nights on the snow throwing hops and bong resin at each other while watching their funny guy friends do stupid shit like taking their pants off and skiing down the bunny slopes. Is that the Colorado lifestyle? I hope it is.
Nothing like a Frappuchino in the grass. By the way I’ve neglected to mention Ryle’s stomach. Dare I say “Jerk off worthy?” Also, what is that line on the girl to the left’s bikini? Is that a belt or something? Does it matter? Who are we? Where am I? What is my purpose God?
Peace man. Peace. I’m sure that’s the message the hippies want to give out. A girl pretending to eat out another girl really seems like a peaceful situation. Then again, the world would be a much more peaceful place if these types of scenarios were a more common occurrence in our nation.
That’s about right.