Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Where's Waldouche?: Lickable, Munchable, Fondleable Hott-Legs Edition
I haven’t seen this many lickable, munchable, fondleable hott-legs since I took a wrong turn at Albequerque and ended up in a giant leg factory. A factory that made giant lickeable, munchable, fondleable hott-legs.
And I asked the proprietor of the leg factory, “To whom do you sell these giant lickable, munchable, fondleable hott-legs, exactly?”
And he said, “No one, really. That’s why I’m going out of business.”
And that explains how I ended up the proud owner of 436 giant lickeable, munchable, fondleable hott-legs.
