Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Sleeve McQueen
There’s no shortage of mockable pattern-clashing loudness on Sleeve as he macks on Kimmy.
But it’s the Sleeve Tatt that is particularly noteworthy. And by noteworthy I mean poo. The only thing worse than garish tatts are fake garish tatts. Whomever invented the sleeve tatt needs a leeching of the scrotum, Spanish Inquisition style.
Kimmy needs a soft butt paddling. I would oblige using a ping-pong paddle, a small bramble, and a cotton swab.
