Spend! Spend! Spend!!!

Dear Jesus Lover,

the Lord has wined, dined, soaked up enough culture to last Him a good few lifetimes and smoked enough slim cigarettes to make the Marlboro man look so last decade.  Only one thing left for Him to do in this magical city – spend an obscene amount of cash (yes, CASH. Not cards because cash is truly king).  Where better to do this than the magical Avenue des Champs-Élysées, with its luxury speciality boutiques and the rows of pretty clipped horse chestnut trees?

 

 

Got a bit of traditional French leather love.  Even the ladybirds in France have good taste.

The Lord got paparazzi-ed when He posed for a snap with the famous Arc de Triomphe.  The celeb life can be so hard.

He is France personified.  Beautiful, androgynous, dressed in nothing but The Kooples, skinny and a slick slick waxed chest.  Jesus LOVES His Frenchies.

He had to stop to have some homemade gelato to cool Him down after His visit to The Kooples.  3 cones!  He gave them a good lick and decided it was too good to spit.  A definite swallow.

He’ll be back for He has fallen in love with His own masterpiece.  Au revoir Paris!

Rock Sur,

Wheeze & SQueak  

 

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Sweet G…

Dear Jesus Lover,

thank fuck its Friday.  The Lord is excited that the weekend is finally upon us.  As usual he has an exciting Saturday planned that will knock your socks off!  He was getting a little hot under the collar at the thought of Saturday night’s activities!!  Gelato was the answer to help cool him down (the standard tub variety just doesn’t cut it).

After taking the bus earlier this week, the Lord opts to be chauffeured.

I want it and I want it all!

“I’ll get this one, its on the Vatican anyway”.

Keeping his toes toasty.

Boys want to be like him.  Boys want to be with him.

Everyone needs a sweet little tambourine player, even Jesus.  ♥

 (He is the Holy Grail for Catholic Priests)

Rock On,

Wheeze & SQueak