Purg Hottie's Quest
A lazy Sunday, and the DB1’s thoughts drift to his future second ex-wife, the girth of his loins, the prickle of his breyer patch.
Yes I speak of the legendary Purgatory Hottie. That tragic sexy cutie of perfect backside and mouth watering cleavite, caught between heaven/hell in an endless loop of ‘bag repetition as seen here, here, here, here, and here.
Yet Purg Hottie remains pure. She remains lovely.
And, tragically, as pictured today, remains in perpetual cycle with the douchewank. Here, passed out shirtless in a limo. While Purg Hottie remains unperturbed.
It’s sort of amazing how she remains unaffected by all the douchescrotery in her presence. Maybe she’s got douche anti-bodies or something.
I mourn for Purg Hottie’s lousy-ass choices of lousy ass. And I long to fondle her inner thighs with chicken grease.
But another Purg Hottie pic is certaintly enough to get me through a Sunday. I may have to give her an honorary place in the Hall of Scrote, simply for the effect on my nethers.
