Thursday, April 12, 2007
The Unknown 'Bag
There are no real signs of outward douchebaggery anywhere. But those chicks are so teeth meltingly hot, I’d triple back-flip into a giant swimming pool filled with marbles if one of their shoes were buried at the bottom.
God damn it. I don’t care. He’s a douchebag. Because… because well he just is.
Okay, I’m off to dig up some real ‘baggery. But in the meantime, enjoy the hotness commingling with this stage-1 choad-bar.
Now if you need me, I’ll be whimpering in the corner.
