Sunday, December 30, 2007
Ted, The Drunk Freeloading Roommate
I’m convinced there’s an elaborate backstory behind this pic. It involves smuggling armadillo furs through the rebel territories of upper Paraguay, a small cache of microfilm, and a Russian model-turned-assassin, Natasha.
But that could be me. Projecting.
It’s probably just a couple of frat puds and a sexy little Cro-Hottnon, bored, on a Thursday afternoon in the frat house.
Either way, that’s a suckable inner thigh on the Hottnon.
And then there’s Ted, the drunk freeloading roommate, wandering in. Close the door, Ted. Che Guevarbag thinks he’s got a shot.
