A smokey-lens camera slowly follows me down the mansion's interior spiral staircase. With pouty lips and shiny head, I make my way past the marble statues and under the chandelier towards the kitchen and the camera catches my good side as I seductively wink at the two hungry Italian supermodels. They caress my neck and shoulders as I walk right past them with a smirk and reach out my hands. Fade to black as I lustily eat the Burger King Whopper and dab the juice of the meat patty behind my ears.
"Flame", says the breathy feminine voice. "The scent of seduction with a hint of flame-broiled meat."
6 comments:
I just threw up in my mouth!
Dew
In this gauzy film noir psychotropic adventure, are you "...wearing sweat pants with brown dress socks, a Tommy Hilfiger dress shirt and slippers"?
Dew - Wait, there's more to this pastiche!
Todd didn't tell you that, at the end, he wakes up to find the not-fully-clothed Burger King in bed next to him. AND THEN, Erik Estrada busts through the door and cuffs them both!
Weird, huh?
Me doest believe that The Donald's imagination is a bit too vivid!
It would make for entertaining television, though.
Let's do it!
I never said nothin about no pastiche!
"Flame", a scent not to be confused with a turkey-based eau de toilette called "Flamer", developed by the Village People cop imitating Erik Estrada's Jennie-O motor jockey.
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