Saturday, June 9, 2007
HallowBags
Feh, I say. Feh to the Halloween pics people keep sending me. Feh.
Okay, here’s one.
Because it’s a lazy Saturday, she’s got a backside I could eat jello off, I’m cleaning out the HCwDB pic attic, and my feet smell like Gouda.
At least I think that’s a Halloween pic.
Either way, his doucheyness scares small children and causes lab rats and gypsy moths to turn sterile. And the crotch grab on the spandex just screams class. And by class, I mean poo.
Note the ubiquitous red cup in the background, reminding us that, much like the grease penis forehead reflection, the signifiers are always there to code ‘Bag.
