Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Top Gum
Two-tone aviator glasses and the spiky Mt. Rushmore hair on a douche-face are like that mutant gum stuck to the bottom of your 10th grade math class desk.
I’d fear touching his gooey substance while learning about trigonometry.
She is corn-fed Indianapolis perky cute.
That midwestern two drink minimum hott. Not too hot that you can’t take her out for fear of a douche-scrum attacking while you’re ordering a cocktail, but still cute enough to cash in them boobie chips like you won the California gold rush.
