Sunday, December 2, 2007
Spott the Hott
While we often play “Where’s Waldouche?” here at HCwDB, today I’m going to make you work for your hotts.
Somewhere, buried deep in this pile of steaming urban blights personified corporeally as “humans,” I’ve carefully hidden a Sorority Hott (and her two best friends) that’ll make out with you if you bring them a red cup filled with Miller Lite.
Look closely.
Can you find her?
And no, she’s not the douche with makeup on who looks like he cloned a herp sore from Dave Navarro’s inner thigh.
