Thursday, February 26, 2009
The Swirlwind
Like a cyclone of grease, a tornado of sleaze, The Swirlwind blows into town and latches onto any nearby Party Girls with the sonar targeting of complex hair fractility.
I do not gotta have faith, Sherlyn. Except in those tighty-tight shorts.
Which almost make up for sperm-tatts and rosarie beads on your man handler.
Almost.
But not quite.
