Veeshir boycotted my blog. Not even SALMA HAYEK screaming “Veeshir, come back!” and falling out of her top (see sidebar at right) was enough to keep him from boycotting Lemur King’s Folly.
This would NOT do. Hillary Clinton unattended at the top of my blog for days was understandably an assault on the eyes, and Scarlett Johansson was not up long enough to salve his corneas (And she is dating Sean Penn? WTF?), so he was understandably soul-injured and skittish afterwards. Then he just became peevish and intractable. When Salma doesn’t work, drastic measures must be taken.
So I decided that I must drop the bomb for the sake of peace. The Boob Bomb™©.
I have now looked at so many porn-star boobs to find “the perfect one”, only to find 999 times out of 1000 some butt-ugly guy on a couch with some chick with silicone filled hooters that have their own zip codes, that I’m probably going to need some kind of therapy. The things I do for peace.
† I asked Cruel Wife if she would rather be the model of said boob, which would keep me from having to -ahem- research. She said, and I quote “No f***ing way.”
For Curtal Friar… a recipe. There are two pages in that PDF – it “printed” oddly, but both sides of the recipe card are there.