Wednesday, July 13, 2005

On The Butterscotch Stallion


(image via dolshouse)

Surfer types don't get rankled easily. Those intrepid Page Sixxies said:

"IT takes more than a cheeky blind item in PAGE SIX to aggravate Owen Wilson. We recently ran a 'Just asking' about a 'blond stud nicknamed the Butterscotch Stallion' who brought a woman back to his hotel room and 'proceeded to lick her buttocks for over two hours.' Readers familiar with Wilson's Butterscotch Stallion moniker correctly guessed his identity, but the easygoing actor was hardly embarrassed. 'It's like, Who cares? ' Wilson told Rolling Stone when asked about the item. 'I play it as it lays. OK, so I may not be the greatest lover in the world. Well, let's make that angle work.'"

In the interests of precision, pliant ass cheeks are more of an arc than an angle, no? The Corsair is just saying Carry on:

"... There's lots of different paths to the waterfall. You don't have to be Don Juan. And wasn't it Gloria Steinem who said that women have to be responsible for their own orgasms? Well, I take her at her word. I'll do my best, OK, but at a certain point you've got to, like, you know . . ."

No, The Corsair doesn't. It sounds like naught else but simple shit. Maybe there's some woozy SoCal sufer's logic at work that we're entirely missing. But, seriously, if Owen passes the "dutchie" on the left hand side, perhaps we might be enlightened.

Brand new posts in defense of The Butterscotch Stallion(August 28th, 2007) here.


Anonymous said...

"Peroxide Gelding" seems more accurate...

Anonymous said...

Peroxide Gelding? The "Butterscotch" part doesn't reply to his hair color, you douche.

Maybe the "Pea-soup Porpoise"

The Corsair said...

Let me guess: Tastes like caramel.