I was out on the streets, searching ... errr, looking for a hot FBI chick who does decoupage. I was tired of the 90 year old women and bingo parlors, and felt it was time to hook up with someone my own age. Maybe it was destiny, maybe it was good fortune, or maybe it was the billboard I put up on the interstate. It said, "Looking for a hot FBI chick who does decoupage" and a photo of me underneath heavily photo-shopped so I looked like a man from a romance novel cover. I had to add lots of hair ....
That's when SHE walked into my life. Tall, slender, and of Russian descent, this 8 foot tall amazonian beauty was the best thing I ever saw wearing a badge. She also wore a big ugly hat, but I over-looked that fiasco. We danced, we dined, and we got very romantic. Whoa Nellie ( her name was Nellie ). The following week she took me to decoupage class with a few CIA boobs, and I have to say, seeing her with all that goopy stuff over her hands was a huge turn off. I changed my billboard to read, "Looking for a hot FBI chick who does Paper Mache"
Monday Mimisms ~ Half Cents and No Sense
