What is it I am wearing? Why am I waiting on the floor of this life putting off my ascension to rightful Buddha Nature? Where will I be when my ship comes in? Or better yet…when that trumpet sounds… will I kvel in rapture and pure indigo goo goo? I want to know…cuz…I gotta know. Is that a thong I am wearing, Lolita, or do you still read this blog since your Bill Gates inspired machine went koo koo? (I told her to get a Mac).
And I told you to BUY me a mac….
No, dear, those are not thongs. We(F-plural)would classify those as old lady undies.
Now, just take that photo, and tile him(you) exactly as you see him!!!