“And as much as I can prevent people picturing me naked, I’m going to.”
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- I’m picturing Taylor Swift standing on a NASCAR car naked drinking a glass of milk.
- I’m picturing Taylor Swift sitting at a card table naked with four or five dogs playing poker.
- I’m picturing Taylor Swift stepping out of a spaceship naked at a secret government movie studio faking a landing on Mars.
- I’m picturing Taylor Swift standing on the trading floor of the New York Stock Exchange naked explaining to Maria Bartiromo what’s wrong with our economy.
- I’m picturing Taylor Swift standing outside an Apple store naked trying to figure out how to use her new Apple iPhone.
- I’m picturing Taylor Swift at a self-serve gas station naked inserting the premium gas nozzle into the fuel tank of her Volkswagen Beetle.
- I’m picturing Taylor Swift sprawled on a couch naked watching episodes of CSI:NY all afternoon.
- I’m picturing Taylor Swift lifting a plastic trash bag out of a trash bin naked and when the bag rips and garbage falls out she stomps her foot.
- I’m picturing Taylor Swift in my kitchen naked standing on tip-toes looking through all the cabinets for a box of Frosted Flakes or Lucky Charms and not finding any.
- I’m picturing Taylor Swift standing next to the weeded, bare ground of my spring garden naked holding a packet of marigold seeds in her left hand and a packet of zinnia seeds in her right hand and saying, “I like the zinnias best.”
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