Friday, December 1, 2006
Indiana Tongue and the Temple of Hot
Indy is all that is tonguey about tonguescrote. I want to drop him in a pit of snakes in ancient Egypt with only his cunning and his hair gel to protect him. Look at that grease forehead. I could run a short-order kitchen off that head. Cheeseburger, cheeseburger, cheeseburger…
As to Chesty McBlonde, she’s what I like to call a time-bomb hottie. Tremendous right now, but one of these days, she’ll tick-tick-boom into a size 12 bohemeth.
But for now? Tutto buono.
