blogging's like slicing your brain to thin strips, salting em, and then drying em under the sun. It'll be fun watching every drop of moisture evaporating from them, each strip curling up like besuto prawn crackers when dropped in steaming hot oil. I could even hear them crackling.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Jeepney Hunk 22: The Bus Hunk
And the hunks just keep pouring like the early showers of the rainy season. Instead of the usual pictures, I have here short videos of Mr. Bus Hunk taken by one of our sisters.
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