Friday, February 1, 2008
Deathtongue
This one just hurts. Like a baseball to the groin while Bob Saget comments, “Whoa, swing batter! That’s gotta hurt!”
Yes, Bob Saget. Yes it does hurt.
Like a horse kick to the jaw. Like a Ramboian electric bedspring torture device in the jungles of Vietnam.
She is perky cat-eyed hott.
And he is Deathtongue, All that is Douche.
Run with the Devil!
Shout Satans might!
Deathtöngue!
Deathtöngue!
The Beast rises tonight!
Pure Douchebagery. What a butt plug!