Friday, November 9, 2007
Don't be a Gator Hater
With crimson pecs and Mark of the ‘Bag schlong-n-balls once again upon his forehead, do not hate the Gator. For he is what he is.
And he can only be that which he is when he is what he must be because it is what he is.
Which is a heaping uberdouche.
Now I’m off to buy some kidney pie and a pint for the Brit bar wenches, while talking in a bad Cockney accent and complaining about the rainy weather and the dole.
Mmm… Brit Chicks. Shakespearean Hotts. So repressed. So awkward. So Delectable.
