"Women! What can you say? Who made 'em? God must have been a fuckin' genius. The hair... They say the hair is everything, you know... Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls and just wanted to go to sleep forever? Or lips... and when they touched, yours were like... that first swallow of wine after you just crossed the desert. Tits! Whoo ah! Big ones, little ones, nipples staring right out at ya... Iike secret searchlights. Mmm. And legs... I don't care if they're Greek columns or secondhand Steinways. What's between 'em, passport to heaven"
Powiedział Pułkownik do Charliego, rozpoczynając trzy dniową naukę życia
Ostanio moje dobre zdjecie. 29 grudnia potem nic. Niczym Hank Moody mam mały zastój, A dlaczego nie pisze Hank ? Czyzby ten sam problem.
Modelka: Agnieszka. Fociograf: Dumny z siebie, Ja