Sunday, February 15, 2009
Welcome Back, Crotcher
Curvy pink cotton lampshade lemonade strawberry boobieberry hottness?
Check.
A stubbly club-douche with four inches of undies poke, smug sneer, silly neck name tatt, and overall stench of week-old bodyspray and half-eaten nachos? Who looks like Black Gabe Kaplan?
Check.
Together, we find the dichotomy of your Sunday enlightenment.
