Did you ever wonder what it takes to become an angel? You struggle your whole life, you try to be good. Granted you take a few wrong turns here and there but do you really deserve the hell fire and brimstone that come crashing down. Sadly it states in the bible that there are only a very select few that make it to heaven. There are reserved spots for the deserving and while you might question the choices once the decisions are made it is final. There is nothing that we can say or do about who makes the cut.
Rosie Huntington-Whitely has made the cut. I for one will not be questioning the choice. If there ever was an angel in heaven it should be molded in the image of Rosie. I even love the name. Rosie brings back so many memories of my adolescence as I admired the palm of my hand with all of its intricate lines and details. They say that every fingerprint is unique and the Rosie palm of one’s hand is the color of happiness and joy in one’s life. OK, I make this stuff up sometimes but my guess is that Rosie will bring joy to several adolescent boys and many grown men for that matter.
Being designated an Angel is a great honor in modern day society. I now realize the wisdom of God and the religious sect as they bestowed this power on a lingerie company. If there ever was an organization that could responsibly wield the designations it is Victoria’s Secret. I would love to be on that panel. Looking at smoking hot women all day long trying to figure out who would make the cut and who was coming up a little short. My only problem would be choosing too many. I would allow more than just the handful into heaven if it were me. Give me a thousand smoking hot women instead of the few. More is not always better but in this case it would be. I might even let in Taylor Lautner.
Not because I am gay mind you. Not that there is anything wrong with that. I am just not sure that Taylor Swift would come if we left him out and she definitely deserves to be an angel.
Congratulations to Rosie. We knew the Brits had some nice women over there in London and they now get to enjoy one of their own on the famous stage come Christmas. Hey, my girlfriend keeps asking me what I want for Christmas. Can I ask for the simple request of being kissed by an angel? They say that dimples are just that. The remnants of being kissed by andangel when you were but a baby. I wonder what would happen to me if I were kissed by an angel as an adult. I might melt into a little pool of drool, never to be heard from again.
Sometimes I feel like a nut and sometimes you just have to be content with the realization that heaven is meant for people who are actually good hearted souls. I think I might have soured somewhere down the line a few years ago.
