I Do It For You

And by “it,” I mean attend a ridiculous healing event thing tomorrow in the hopes of getting some good content for this here content-less blog.

His name is Braco, and his hairdo is rarely seen outside men named Fabio.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And if that doesn’t sell you, check this out:

 

 

I am personally hoping to get my $8 worth. There had better be shape-shifting, ascensions to higher planes, spontaneous bawling, spontaneous healing, multiple orgasms, and – of course – I damn well better be at least 5’8″ in my bare feet after my gazing session is over.

Thankfully, I am not pregnant – apparently Braco’s intense gaze causes water to break and fetuses to abort – but I will still proceed with caution. I am bringing my friend Jason in the hopes that one of us is coherent enough to drive home, presuming we’re both still residents of the third dimension.

Again, I have high hopes. Sure, Braco has bad hair and a weak chin, but his silent gaze transforms lives. I don’t know about you, but I say that’s eight bucks well spent. Bring it on!

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