Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Pinky
Certain club choads have such intense powers of dark douchebaggery, they can mutate hotties into sponanteous douchebaguettes with merely a touch of their greasy paws.
From stage-1 innocent to stage-4 Bleeth in under 60 seconds. It’s like an Infiniti G37 test drive. If instead of a luxury car, you were test driving a shopping cart filled with aardvark spittle.
Witness Pinky. Pinky’s double collar pop and 85 degree pink hat tilt is a swirling cyclone of ‘bag. A typhoon of earthquake rattling wank.
Pity the once sweet cutie, nearly passing out from stage-4 Douche Virus overload.
She cannot come back from the dark side of Yang-scrote. The power of Pinky compels her. And no douchesorcism can cure that fetid jungle swamp mulch.
