Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Kung-Poo Fighting
Everybody was Kung-Poo Fightin’…
Kung-Poo here achieves a state of Zen Douche merely with shirtlessness, bandana, tongue, and grease. Mix them up and you have poo.
Kitten wants me.
I can tell.
All hottie kittens who want me like to rub up against Kung-Poo douchitude. Or, at least, that’s what I’m telling myself.
Her mammaries could feed a small army.
