Monday, November 5, 2007
Ass
I’ve never given out the name “ass” before to a ‘bag on this site.
Until now.
You are ass, Ass. Your “funny” sign summons the evocations of pure sphincter. You are a tubular vehicle for waste exhaustion. She is chopstick hott, and you are an obnoxious toad. Even if this is a halloween pic, I’d still put that tongue in a Cuisinart and make douche smoothies.
And then I’d roll through poppy fields with Asian hottie giggling in a high pitched voice while we sipped boba through a plastic straw.
