The Beer Goggler Says: When I am nice and liquored I like to pretend that I am some sort of deep under cover international spy who travels the globe with different passports and beds beautiful international women. It seems like a pretty damn good gig. When the liquor eventually wears off it seems that it would be nothing more than a huge pain in the ass. First of all there are the airport line-ups. If you are delayed by even ten minutes you would totally miss your connecting flight from Yemen to Kazakhstan. Have you ever been in the Kazakhstan airport? It’s grim – very, very grim. They let farm animals roam around the terminals and the food is terrible. Then there is the dry cleaning bills. Do you remember what your tux looked like after the prom? It was a total mess. Imagine if you were Bond and have three parties to go to in a row. You’d never be able to keep your tux clean. It would constantly reek of Michelob. In fact, you’d be better off wearing a tuxedo t-shirt. On the other hand there are the stunning ladies. Take Miss Olga Kurylenko for example. She is hotter than a pistol and Bond ravished her for hours. I bet you would like to ravish her. It probably won’t happen. My advice is to go ravish the family dog instead. You can pretend her grunts and growls are a foreign language which will make your fantasy jump to life…
Â
2 responses so far ↓
1 Mid-Week Eye Candy Wrapper #37: Gator Girl Kelli Correa Edition — Tailgating Ideas // Feb 27, 2009 at 2:16 am
[...] Olga Kurylenko Is Showing Off Some Of The Lingerie That Probably Ended Up On James Bond’s Floor… [...]
2 ryan // Mar 1, 2009 at 3:40 am
Unless my dog all of a sudden looks like Vida Guerra, I’ll pass on the ravishing.
Leave a Comment