I want to give thanks to the universe for you-a goddess who has crossed my path. You came in recently to have your car serviced-your adorable little car packed full of horse blankets and treats. All the guys here were going NUTS. I could not have imagined you in my wildest dreams! You are a combination Catherine Zeta Jones/ Jacqueline Bissett/ Shania Twain with a long flowing mane of golden brown curly hair. You have a knockout body and a butt that rivals Pippa’s. Your legs seemed to go on forever. You were just so sweet and totally oblivious to the effect you were having. I don’t know if you are married or single and I don’t care! I hope eventually you will get tired of whatever relationship you are in and give me some room to maneuver! —Here Alone With the Moon
This article appears in Mar 7-13, 2013.
Ah, the Garage. Hook-up joint extraordinaire.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lrpXArn3hII
This song always made me picture Harry Dean Stanton sitting in a seedy hotel room, smoking cigarettes.
In black & white, naturally.
Sounds like they’re talking about the horse
jesus… grow the fuck up.
troglodyte
Where’s the moon in this story? The guy replacing her fan belt?