The Blowtorch II
I don’t post this second pic of the Blowtorch with Hott Sloane Peterson to taunt you.
I know it feels that way. But trust me, that is not the real affect.
This pic is meant to inspire you.
Think of this not as cruelty on a Friday night, but as heroic inspiration.
A jolt to the system.
A shock that invigorates. Like jumping in the cold water dipping pool after 20 minutes in a sauna.
The Blowtorch’s wrongness and Sloane Peterson Hott’s perfect lickability commingle as semiotic signifier of the singularity of cultural wrongness that only you can fix.
By going out tonight, getting drunk on some ‘Train, and saving a Hott or three. If you’re a Hottie, by going out, getting drunk on some ‘Train, and kicking a Blowtorchbag in the nads.
Witness the commingle and turn that spew into inspiration. Heed the call to action.
It’s Friday night. Lets do this.
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