Yesterday, Mister Cupcake and I had to venture from our hood into Beverly Hills and as we were walking down Camden Drive we passed several women who had that look of burn victims---they'd had so much plastic surgery. Like their faces weren't finished. Little teensy weensy marble noses, smeary jello fish mouths and perpetually alarmed expressions.
Also: VERY LARGE BAZOOMS. Mountain range bazooms. Bazooms that I'm certain enabled these women to skirt around the air bag law for cars.
"They should call this place Booberly Hills," said Mister Cupcake.
"They should," I agreed.
Which brings me to Friday's Conclusion:
MISTER CUPCAKE AND I ARE RUNNING FOR CITY COUNCIL.
3 comments:
This made me laugh out loud. You & Mr. Cupcake have my vote!
ha ha ha Booberly Hills, Mr. Cupcake is a smart man.
We are on our way to Cupcake Change.
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