Black Lung
Holy sweet Yasmine, I haven’t had enough coffee yet to have to stare at this sausage when I’m still nursing a New Years hangover of epic proportions.
I have many problems with this scrote. Many. But what churns the butter beyond the multitude of douchebaggery has to be those eyebrows.
Those shaved, painted on, pube-like eyebrows from douchebag hell.
They taunt me.
They are 1980s horror film Rick Baker level special effects. They are alien mutant viruses. They are follicles of pure, uncut evil. They are the smoking black thing in the microwave at the end of “Time Bandits.” Mom! Dad! Don’t touch it!
Dark haired cutie appears to be just my type. As she spirals down into her black hole of ‘baggery, it is Dickensian tragedy of 1850s England. She is a working class Londoner, and he is black lung.
