Thursday, August 14, 2008

Scroteboy Slim

Headphone. Tattoo.

Mandana + Trucker Hat set at 10 degree tilt.

Shaved chest.

Headphone. Tattoo.

And a brunette vixen with juicy lips, a poetic Victorian face, and melons of glorious heavenly boobbounceage, whom I would cover with melted Chocolate Chunk from 31 Flavors and top with a maraschino, a sprig of parsley and a digeridoo playing Maori named Fred.

This toxic combo of hottness and DJ Scrote is enough to send a ‘bag hunter off to cower weakly in monastic silence, hidden in a cave somewhere in the rural Subcontinent.

But I will not cower. For this is our mission statement. To mock.

# posted by douchebag1

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