Hi there!! Welcum to another edition of this blog’s long running version of Masterpiece Theater. As you know, you don’t know shit, so this post will attempt to play off of that truth by deceiving you. Confused? Me neither.
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I’m not going to screw around with any stupid introductions this week. This is Clapton, and Clapton is God. Quick story; when I was in HS, I saw Clapton at Alpine Valley, an outdoor venue. He was touring in support of Journeyman, a much overlooked album in his long distinguished career. During this song, which I absolutely love, he teased the audience a bit, and then blew everyone away. At right around the three minute mark in the song, the band stopped playing and drew out the silence to the point where the audience started clapping, thinking that it was over. They started back into the song very quietly, then Clapton broke into the guitar solo with a note that actually knocked me off of my feet. I looked around, and the people who were once standing around me were seated as well. Clapton is God.
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This weeks model is a hybrid. Half pig, half tit monster. She hails from the South American country of Romania, which is known for its big breasted ladies and unibrows. Please welcome the girl who was asked to spell HH at her high school spelling bee…Joanna Bliss!!!!!!!!
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