Marsha and I are this month’s cover girls at PrimalX.com. Damn, I look good as a gypsy (even next to the unable-to-take-a-bad-picture Sha! LOL). Jessica’s talent knows no bounds.
As lovely as the photos came out, lately I find myself still fantasizing about having plastic surgery to correct some of the ravages of time. It’d sure be a welcome change to go under the knife to get rid of something other than chunks of rotting vital organs. My best girlfriend finds it horrifying that I’d risk dying from botched anesthesia, but I figure it’s just as worth the risk to wake up looking younger and thinner as it was to risk it only to wake up to what turned out to be months of recovering from asshole repair service. Which I refer to as “a ring job,” to go along with 2 “hose replacements” (bowel resections) and the “front end job” (breast reduction).
The Bitch has a lot of miles on her; and since total mechanical restoration isn’t quite possible (yet… goddammit, Send In the Clones!!!), I’d happily settle for some restorative and/or custom body work. Classic, yes. Classy? NOOOOOO.
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