Friday, November 16, 2007
The Lone STD
Stereodouchetonic Twin #1 is sad that you did not vote him into the Hall of Scrote.
He mourns with crimson artificial tan and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle water.
He consoles himself with bluish Jesus bling. And a torso that Ripley and the crew of the Nostromo just landed on after picking up a distress signal in space.
And by doggie baggin’ a Spanish Tamale with quality bumper that I would trade silken furs to spice merchants in Paraguay for.
