Hump Day Hottie
Who is Emmanuelle Vaugier, you ask? Funny, she was asking the same thing about you. She said to The Mayor, “who is that beautiful looking man who has chipotle sauce running down his chin?” And I told her it was you. I told her that although I don’t know your actual name, I always refer to you as “Chipotle Face.” My how we laughed.
So here you go, Chipotle Face, here’s Emmanuelle Vaugier, the woman who finds you attractive, but extremely messy.
November 18th, 2009 at 5:22 pm
Filed under “bigguns”? Apparently, sir, we have different opinions on the definition of “bigguns”. When I think “bigguns”, I think of those girls “havoc” and “chaos” from a much-beloved earlier post of yours.
November 18th, 2009 at 9:57 pm
[...] Now that my boss, Fenris ‘Iron Purse’ Badwulf has seen reason to accept my reasonable wage demands, I can enlighten the enlightened readers of Mitchieville with some of the more useful applications of Astrology, namely seduction. This week, I illustrate, based on the ancient near science of astrology, how to seduce the Mayor’s flesh kitten of the month, Emmanuelle Vaugier * [...]
November 18th, 2009 at 9:58 pm
Those are my second least favorite tits. When she lays down, they’ll fall into her and look just like fried eggs / sunny side up. I hate them.
At least, and I only state this to settle your personal curiosities, they’re not the infamous “pit tits”. You know what I’m talkin’ ’bout.
If they were “pit tits”, I’d just walk away. I’m never riding that bus again. never.