The Pro's and Con's of Going Topless
Convertibles are pretty cool. On a nice day you can cruise around and absorb the day in its entirety. There is no pesky roof to get in the way and, even in CT, everything seems just fine. That is until you take off your shirt and you have someone else’s arms.
I can only imagine what it must have been like for Frankenstein. I mean, holy crap! You take a look in the mirror and your arms don’t match your torso. Who the hell do these arms belong to? Did some crazy ass Brazilian drug me and swap out my arms. Do I have to go to the doctor and make sure that I have all of my organs? I don’t remember waking up in a bathtub of ice. But then, who knows what crazy new Brazilian technologies those sneaky Brazilians are developing down there…in Brazil.
I have to say though, whoever swapped out my arms did a pretty good job. You can’t even see a scar where the overly tan arm abruptly turns into a pasty white shoulder. Surgery without scarring, the South Florida folk are going to love it. Now we just have to find out how those crazy Brazilians are doing it…at the very least so that I can get my arms back. Hmmm…or maybe I could just get a matching torso, preferably one that can bench press about 265.
On another note, how do girls feel about guys that are two toned? I mean, it could be the next big thing, kind of like the racing stripes on some cars…only not at all the same. These things are important; I really need to know.
Well, I don’t have time to write any more. I have to go find my arms.
I can only imagine what it must have been like for Frankenstein. I mean, holy crap! You take a look in the mirror and your arms don’t match your torso. Who the hell do these arms belong to? Did some crazy ass Brazilian drug me and swap out my arms. Do I have to go to the doctor and make sure that I have all of my organs? I don’t remember waking up in a bathtub of ice. But then, who knows what crazy new Brazilian technologies those sneaky Brazilians are developing down there…in Brazil.
I have to say though, whoever swapped out my arms did a pretty good job. You can’t even see a scar where the overly tan arm abruptly turns into a pasty white shoulder. Surgery without scarring, the South Florida folk are going to love it. Now we just have to find out how those crazy Brazilians are doing it…at the very least so that I can get my arms back. Hmmm…or maybe I could just get a matching torso, preferably one that can bench press about 265.
On another note, how do girls feel about guys that are two toned? I mean, it could be the next big thing, kind of like the racing stripes on some cars…only not at all the same. These things are important; I really need to know.
Well, I don’t have time to write any more. I have to go find my arms.
