New blog

When I am in town, I observe people. With mom I discuss people. Many of the people in town look as if they were forgotten by a circus that left town. Many times I am mean but they can't hear me. When we see ugly guys my mom and I say: "That is your husband!!!", whoever says it first. We end up with a harem by the end of day. Talking about looks following is a link to a blog, if I saw this girl out in town I would def turn around, she looks really cute, fierce and fresh:

http://psychedelique.blogg.se/

as opposed to this girl who called the first one fat:

http://kissies.se/

The latter I would probably assign as my brothers future wife and he would puke.
I read a post by her the other day, how she doesn't like plastic surgeries and wishes that she didn't have to change a thing. I felt bad for her and then got my senses back, I mean, plastic fantastic whatever, I don't mind it, but where did the taste go? Is it necessary to go from "washboard" to a couple of "hot air balloons" on your chest? She must have some weights on her back to balance it out and avoid face planting.