The Gator for "Hall of Scrote"
I think it’s high time to promote The Gator to the Hall of Scrote.
And by high time, I mean douche time. And by douche time, I mean kicking Gator in the nads and doing the 6-boob bongo dance, which reached #12 on the charts back in ’92.
Megods. Look at this monstrosity of choad.
This pic crystallizes all that is the ephemeral about the cultural trainwreck of hottie/douchebaggy commingling. In what fair and just theological framework do women this hot congregate in the presence of one with Nerf football head, greased up shaven chest, and the low cut black garb worn by Zod in Superman II? Why, in hottie/douche land, of course.
I would nuzzle in Pink’s flesh pillows like a homeless sparrow seeking regurgitated food from its sparrow mother. Peep. Peep.
I put it to the floor.
Any objections to The Gator for the hallowed “Hall of Scrote” (found in the left-hand column by scrolling down), speak now, or forever hold your grease.
Or, better yet, use this thread to laud the genius of The Gator’s supreme douchebaggery. And by laud, I mean mock.
