Thursday, December 6, 2007
The Loaf of Bread in Sunlight
Ever leave a loaf of bread on a windowsill, and after a day of sunlight, it began to sprout weird multicolored fungi?
That’s tongue turd here.
Douche Fungi. I’d roll him up in a carpet and drop him down a flight of stairs until the hair fungus wilted with shame.
I love big cheekbones ambiguously Hispanic lip pout, even if she may be large in the stomach area.
Why? Because she looks vaguely like a space alien. And that’s some freaky deaky extra-terrestrial fantasies right there.
