Thursday, September 3, 2009
Anthony Peedis
That’s right Blue Balled Chili Pooper.
Under the bling I found, well, more bling. And stupid hand gesture.
As to the little doe eyed and frail-hott Dina, I would tuck you into bed while shouting obscenities in Gaelic and dressed as a French dock worker. Then I would slowly massage your toes. With melted Altoids. And brill cream.
And a small Guatemalan assistant named Pedro. To help with the cleanup.
