Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Oh Sweet Blondie
What force pulled you into an embrace with pretty boy two-toned douche? What evil curse cast by a witchbag’s spell sent you into the arms of this greasy model wannabe in the heart of Vegas?
It tasks me, I tell you. It tasks me.
Nice rock-n-roll t-shirt, pudwacker. At least you’re saving money on hair gel these days.
