I think that if I was a super hero I would choose a giraffe as my transport. I'd ride everywhere on the back of a huge Giraffe. Of course I'd Mad-Maxize the Giraffe up. Cover him in Leather and chains and maybe even some blades attached to his hooves - the type that cock fighters attach to their cocks. And I'd be on the back of him riding in to face my evil nemesis or maybe just be riding to PaperChase on the Tottenham Court Rd to pick up some calligraphy pens and some thanks you cards (I'd get gifts from people for all the saving and the general helpfulness etc) or I'd ride him up to the heath early mornings and work on his endurance (I'm super he's just a mortal Giraffe) and it would be a sight to behold.
Now you're thinking, "Good one Oliver. You've chosen the gayest of all animals as your mount. You could keep adding blades to him like your worked for the design team at Gilette and it wouldn't make a shit of difference. What you need is something like Battle Cat - He-Mans mount - that pussy kicked arse! But you'd be wrong.
Giraffes fight. So keep that in mind when you are calling certain wildlife gay.
I'm pretty sure that, being a superhero on a giraffe I'll probably be adored. With adoration comes press interest and with press interest come image making. My official website would have a picture of me and my Giraffe on it for sure and would commission an oil painting as the main image. Now I'm no art expert but I know that the canvas will be portrait and not landscape...
Unless I decide to ride a python instead.
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