Tuesday, September 4, 2007
The Gator
Since we’re going with an orange theme today, meet The Gator.
Orange like Gatorade.
Skin leathery like an alligator.
The Gator’s shiny schlong-n-balls mark of the ‘bag on his forehead confirms what should already be patently obvious.
We are in the presence of uber-douche.
The Gator has no need for hand gestures or bling. No 10 Degree Hat Tilt. No popped collar.
He is a tidal wave of sheer douche psyche. His eyes summon the spirits of global choadbaggery. His greased Khan-like chest overacts like a douched out Shatner.
Behold! The power of scrote.
MILF may or may not be preggers, which makes it awkward for me to suggest my desire to dry hump her feather duster she bought on the Home Shopping Network with three easy payments of $19.95.
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