Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Orange Poolius
We’ve often wondered what happens to a hott when she spends too many hours Bleething under the scrotal-lamp of douchal projection.
Like Violet Beauregarde before her, Redfacia Crimsonflushe has become what she beheld.
And like the Bible’s Hosea after taking Gomer, the daughter of Diblaim, by knowing her in the lands of grape, she remarks with shame, “I am poo.”
