Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Little Carmacita Smells Poo


There’s hope for you yet, little caramel carmacita. You sense the toolshed manifest of this wonky uberchoad.

You smell the odor of a chinstrap drawn thinner than the subtext of a storyline on Entourage.

The proper response to this invasion of your personal space, Carmacita? Do not ask Rockabilly Pout why he’s making The Shocker while pouting like a retarded seal.

Simply kick him in the nads.

Then come cuddle with me under my blankie while we watch Touristas on cable. In hi-def. With cheetos and a bottle of Mad Dog. Because I’m classy like that.

# posted by douchebag1

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