weeel this postal babe looks pretty cool to me. It's all in the face! very down to earth presenting "emotions" of irony. For instance, that nose--- and though noses have no brains of their own, wounds to nurse, memories to cherish, fallen foes to mourn (unless you count boogers)--- this nose expresses a kind of snarkiness. This nose embodies a sublime sense of aboveness, of always demanding and receiving supplication but never giving. A real royal nose, placed just so beneath widely spaced eyes. And those eyes: they compliment, nay, are crucial in the definition of the quality of the nose. Though some may say eyes placed a certain distance apart are characteristic of retardation, the totality of composition of tina's face denies that. It is this very denial perhaps that defines tina's snarkiness, the royal quality so encapsulated in her nose. She is human, her face says; but even so, the nose retorts with an inaudible grunt (she is above the profane, so the sound of her nose cannot be received by mortal implement of hearing): "I am majestic." Her nose, smack dab in the middle of her face, defies the frailty of human flesh and the limited capacity of understanding, and with a swift wink of the nostril snuffles our hearts in awe. If ever there was a queen in the world, it would be tina, and if ever there was a more willing subject, it was jabbapopovvodka.
