“His veins run with the nectar of the gods.
When he speaks angels listen in rapt attention.
When he thinks the entire universe stops and waits.”
“His veins run with the nectar of the gods.
When he speaks angels listen in rapt attention.
When he thinks the entire universe stops and waits.”
amen
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Reblogged this on paddypicasso and commented:
real men
Thank you for the reblog!
Yeah, send him this way 😉
There aren’t enough to go around.
Tell me about it 😉
Aww so nice that you thought of me 🙂
🙂
and the women avoid him like the plague
Only the stupid ones…
🙂
Funny 🙂
omg hilarious!
Thank you! I am glad you liked it. It applies perfectly to the person it was said about. 🙂
Thank´s, what a beautiful ode you wrote to me. I did not graffiti that cow!! or bull, whatever that thing is.
Are you sure you didn’t?
I was drunk, you expect me to remember?
I suppose not.
He’s like Ferdinand the Bull with his rose 🙂
Ah yes!
‘His veins run with the nectar of the gods’ I love this line!
Thank you!
Please to ensure you have plenty Dos Equis on hand…
He is the most perfect man in the world…
How did he get hot fudge syrup in his veins and live?