I just want to hug one. They seem so warm and gentle. And caring. I think I not only want to hug one, but bang one, the way I'm talking.
And later... we can tie ourselves to trees and catch fish from out of the open ice holes. Maybe we might see a beautiful white wolf running or some caribou. My eskimo would show me all the animals of his land.
In the Alaskan winter, I could help my eskimo put together his Igloo. In the night we could crawl out and catch the wondrous display of red and green lights, put off by the Aurora Borealis, illuminate the village.
Chivalry is dead, ladies, get yourselves an Eskimo.
And later... we can tie ourselves to trees and catch fish from out of the open ice holes. Maybe we might see a beautiful white wolf running or some caribou. My eskimo would show me all the animals of his land.
In the Alaskan winter, I could help my eskimo put together his Igloo. In the night we could crawl out and catch the wondrous display of red and green lights, put off by the Aurora Borealis, illuminate the village.
Chivalry is dead, ladies, get yourselves an Eskimo.