The skies are bluepowderwhitestreaked. The coffee bites your tongue like a playful lover. And the seconds smile and wave as they trickle by you (or is it you smiling and waving as you trickle by them?). No matter.
BB! Land today has nothing in common with Paris although both are on fire.
BB! Land today has nothing in common with Katie Couric’s hair.
BB! Land today could offer parenting tips to both Madonna and Bon Jovi.
BB! Land today might be your wife and she might make you sick.
BB! Land today just wants to stand under the spraying showerhead while squeezing its butt cheeks.
BB! Land today remembers the BB! Land of yesteryear and looks forward to the BB! Land of Tomorrow.
BB! Land does not tolerate FEMA Fashion Gods.
In other news,
(There’s not supposed to be a link there. I’m serious when I ask, “Who Cares?”)
Piss off RIAA
You cain’t stop the bum rush. You can only adapt.
I truly wouldn’t mind living into my thousands.
Might actually be able to get out of debt before I die.