Wednesday, September 6, 2006
More from Barbs and her 'Bag
I just can’t get over these two. They don’t just deserve their own entry in the Hall of Scrote, they should get a whole damn floor. The colliding impossibilies of this hot little candy corn and this taco o’ douche is just unbearable.
It would drive me to chug a bottle of Irish Rose ($2.99 at your neighborhood Korean deli), except I already chugged a bottle of Irish Rose to down my Lucky Charms this morning.
Pink Satin? I’d gnaw through my elbow to smell the lint in her dryer.
