This Wonderful Pop Liebespaare

These two wonderful people who had recently times to smooch in New York. Dear reader will have followed my advice and have visited Dean & Deluca, a sensational gourmet shop. If there is something to eat, there is at Dean & Deluca. Alone, the store offers daily bread fresh from the oven 400 different kinds of bread and that's just the only bread stand. I was once in New York and spent six hours this store fiddling these breadchoices, etc. The wonderful loves loaded then there is also a Paulsen Memorial minute and what brought me! These are some potholder. These are not just potholder, which are potholders from Dean & Deluca. They are made ​​of leather pigskins! They look great! They feel incredibly good or rather perfect. I'll never use. I will most times to wave my dinner guests so, touch is not. These are my potholder! When I visited days ago Dean & Deluca, not only the selection of delicacies was remarkable, it was probably so in the fourth hour of my stay when I suddenly noticed YOU. An incredible woman! She stood at the jam shelf and studied the glasses, or what we call jars. The wild black tresses of her hair she blew herself while every ten seconds from the face. High cheeks, almond eyes, black eyeliner, full lips, black lipstick. She was wearing a Ramones T-shirt that seemed everywhere much too small, plus a short suede skirt of her long brown legs pointed out very nice. The tiny feet were a touch of the straps snaked up to the velvet knee. I was getting thrilled. Then bent her guy around the corner. Oh Gosh! A long, stringy misery of the type. With sunken cheeks and tired hanging spaghetti hair had ever seen no more shampoo, his T-shirt decorated for the more faded and moth damage. His skinny legs encased in tight leather pants terrible that held an equally terrible studded belt at the acute pelvic bone. Now the two making out even extensively, I almost could not see out my struggle! Hide all for I am swine comes as a wreck before such a pearl? Okay, so a lot of imagination you could keep the type to be good, that he completely removed, the idolized by me Iggy Pop was similar, but otherwise, I do not know. It all happened very quickly. While I was still staring at the lovers hypnotized, the long misery of the poor woman's dream dissolved, grabbed a glass of lemon curd from the shelf and then noticed me. I the boldly staring, Central Europe Stuffed Shirt stood as if nailed in jam aisle. The guy looked me right in the eyes, I aghast into his scarred face. "Ohhh, ah, ah," I stammered, "Mr., uh, Pop, uh, I, uh..." "How you're doin' man." said Iggy Pop, there was a smile of his girlfriend, then the two disappeared without any further word in the cheese department. "Very good, thank you." I said softly to jam shelf. Family... Pop!!!