Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Freshmen Fratchoad
I don’t know why freshman Fratchoads bother me so much. They’re generally harmless. But then I see a choadmunch like this, cuddling up to a ball of 18 year old perfection, and I think, “Oh yeah. That’s why.”
Note the trimmed stubble line and ultra-douche revelation of his 1.5 pack abs. That’s one unopened bottle of Schlitz and a half drunk can of Miller Lite. The plaid underoos take the whole thing into douche overdrive.
She is a tiny ball of hot that I would take on trips in my travel case, even as she clutches the infamous Ubiquitous Red Cup. Come to me, tiny Bertinelli. I will be your Van Halen.
