Voodooīs Melanin Vibrates
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I spent the day at the beach, not that long, because I ran errands earlier today, and I got wierded out because there was this guy who was sitting next to purty chicas ( like myself), not too close. I spied him reading a paper, well, kinda but not really, because what he wound up doing is just peeping over his paper at the chicas. You see, get over it folks, this is a topless land, and well, most of the girls there were doinī their thing. Voodoo included. The twins see the sun, everyoneīs happy.
So I go to the Kmart of Spain, El Cortes Ingles and buy my sun material, and hop in a cab and go to the beach. We have a conversation half in Spanish and Catalān, cause Iīm so fuckinī talented itīs a shame. Iīm humble too, did I tell you? So anyways, I get to the beach and itīs not quite sand, itīs not quite pebbles, itīs more like a little dirtish. The dirt-sand kicks in the air when people are walking by so itīs not a TAN I have itīs a coat of dirt-sand dust. Not cute, but thatīs life. So anyways, I see most women topless, find a spot to chill, and there I am, chillinī with the rest of the hoochie mamas gettinītheir sun on. God love ya.
I watch the Chica-Hawk pretty much get wood over the girls who were next to me (no, sorry guys, I couldnīt bring them back for you), and I feel weird about that. They blow him off, Iīm sure they know heīs right there, about four feet away. Anyway, I flip over and do my thing, and he leaves after about twenty minutes. Oh yah, he had to adjust himself before he left, and he was ready to squirt. You see, the Voodoo is quite astute when it comes to peepinī you guys shiftinīaround and walking funny so as to get the boys to move over and do their thing. I know itīs stuck to your fuckinī leg, so you might as well get it overwith DISCREETLY. Didnīt your dad tell you that?
I went back into town via bus, cause a girl like me canīt find the taxi station, and all the sweat on the bus made me stick to the damn chair. Iīm sure I left a puddle. I got off at my stop and went to have ice cream. Life is good.
Speaking of Sweat
Okay European people, Iīm holding a stick of Deordorant in my hands. You take off the cap, apply that mutha fucka into your armpit and then you wait for it to dry a little and then paste on another roll for good timeīs sake. Repeat as necessary. Let me tell you, that this place smells WORSE than France. And to top it off, I saw this really pretty woman walking by. She had it goinī on as most chicks do, then she passed by, AND SHE SMELLED LIKE a wet, used gym sock. Bam, there goes her popularity rating.
Deodorant is your FRIEND.
Just a friendly public service reminder from the Voodoo. Now off to have fun somewhere, with god knows who.
Peace in your hood!
Voodoo
Monday, May 28, 2001
I like long walks, especially when they're taken by people who annoy me. ~Fred Allen
Voodoo is del.icio.us
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