Tuesday, July 3, 2007
The Human BBQ
Nothing gets me in the festive July 4th mood quite like the Human BBQ.
Halloween party, you say? Pshaw. You should be so lucky. This is no Halloween party. This is pure uncut party douche.
While peroxide beauties are not my true cup of tea, I would set off homemade fireworks to honor the anniversary of the boobies of liberty who fought off the repressive confinement of the Boob-coats in 1776. And by 1776, I mean two-if-by-sea boobies.
And for Pout Hott on the right, I would slobber on her shoulderblade like a masticating granny. I would sew her stars and stripes Betsy Ross style.
