Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Six Flags
Ever go with your friends to Six Flags Magic Mountain, and you’re having a good time and the lines aren’t too long and you’re enjoying a tasty pretzel and soda while waiting on line for Batman: The Ride, when you suddenly realize you stepped in some kid’s spilled, melted, sticky-ass ice-cream goo?
That’s this couple.
A full 100% complete closed circuit of douchey/hottie reverberation and feedback into a cacophonous white noise impenetrable wall of scrotal opacity.
Woe are the hotties who cuddle with the Six Flags Magic Mountain Floor ice-cream.
Extended exposure between both hott and douche polarities, and not even perky boobies can salvage the melted ice-cream goo.
