Thursday, January 15, 2009
The Oily Bohunk
Oh, Jocelyn.
I know Trent promised you he’d be moving out of his parents’ basement next year when the DeVry degree finally comes in the mail. And the fact your Christmas gift was a six pack of Natty Light was just his crude way of saying, “I love you, toots.”
But really now.
Shouldn’t the douche-face during a self portrait give you some hint that he’s an oily bohunk?
In the parlance of the great Donger, he not worth your time.
