I've been in a terrific mood for the past week, and my mind has been overwhelmed with matters of osh-osh. Everywhere I look I seem to see sexy stuff where there really isn't any, and cold showers can only work for so long. For example, take a look at this conch shell owned by a friend I visited in Queens the other day:
If I didn't know bettter I'd swear it was a still from one of the greatest works in the history of American "at home" cinema, namely EIGHTEEEN AND NASTY - VOLUME 10. I know it's just a shell, but I'm tempted to kiss it...
Okay, I have officially lost my mind.
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