Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Excuse me, Johnny, I've got to hang up. We're expecting a call from you any minute.






Ok, I bring you Johnny Two-Lips. I actually had less time to dick around today, so this is my contribution to my blog, as I'm about to leave work. Isn't he just the ugliest fucker? And there he is, hard at work in that wide shot. Just beyond him is the spa I got up and running last night. It glows dark blue at night, hee hee.

8 comments:

Veloute said...

Its eyes seem to follow me no matter which way I go.

Like the spa in the background. Nice. Very nice.

Triana said...

SWEET! He's awesome in his ugliness!

Hrm...I was going to move in with Vel, but that spa looks mighty enticing. Can we move it to Vermont and have the best of both?

Triana said...

SWEET! He's awesome in his ugliness!

Hrm...I was going to move in with Vel, but that spa looks mighty enticing. Can we move it to Vermont and have the best of both?

sKincarver said...

I feel strangely aroused by this vision of ceramic beauty.

I am now feeling the shame.

Ellen Aim said...

Hell yes, a spa in Vermont is ideal. Hot springs all the time! And I will bring Johnny along, too.

And who doesn't feel inferior next to the beauty of this ceramics class project?

Veloute said...

Don't you bring your evil here.

Ellen Aim said...

Be scared, be VERY a-scared.

You mess with Johnny Two-Lips, you swim with the fishes...

Veloute said...

I am scared of any fish that has Mick Jagger's lips and holds a sponge inside his head.