9.26.2005

Love Parade, Part II.


Love Parade: not really my scene? I'm glad I went, although it didn't cure my ennui, and it definitely didn't answer any questions about the nature of love, unless love is walking down the street with a bottle of Thunderbird in a brown paper sack and wearing no pants.

Argh.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Polly, please investigate this and get back to me. You know who I am.
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squidhelmet said...

That chick knows what the love parade's about. It's about - "Look, I don't want a bunch of beads cluttering up my pad, but I still want to show my tits to strangers!"

Tara said...

Okay so for like a second I seriously thought about giving it a shot just to see if maybe it could be love...getting half naked and walking down my street with a bottle of Thunderbird in a brown paper sack and then I remembered....I hate Thunderbird. HA!

Derek said...

Polly, you dress SO differently now. Far be me from it, to say it's shocking. I mean, you do have great tits.