Thursday, August 23, 2012
Eurotimmy Is In Over His Head with Swedish Inga
Let Swedish Inga’s Scandanavian skin reign supreme as succulent servings of boobie poke proddle fondle. I would pensively drool on her shoulder with only a year’s supply of Turtle Wax to console me.
On the upside, Eurotimmy is a finalist for the Danish Bauhaus inspired digital remix of Mad Magazine’s Alfred E. Newman, performed only with L.E.D. lights as the preamble to a Deadmaus rave in Dusseldorf.
H.R. Giger-esque Indian tatts eat world.
Wow I believe she is HOTT
Mmmm….. Swedish Inga, I’d eat her fish.
I believe she is giving me the Swedish eye of guilt free hummers are no big deal in our culture. I applaud the Scandian countries and their NOT uptight views on sexual congress with random guys they meet at the local bar, restaurant, or fjord.
To quote a wise man (DW) she’s giving me a massive renob just imagining all the fun that could be had incorporating those braids.
“I just came in my pants! I’m EuroTimmy, and I approve of this message.”
This bleeth reminds me of a young Anita Eckberg, one of those dime a dozen Nordic dames that used to show up in Hollywood pictures from time to time. For as much of a tool as this guy is, he’s a better choice than Soupy Sales. Back in the mid-60s Eckberg hooked up with Soupy and gave him a “Guatamalan Rim Job.” if you have to ask what it is, you don’t want to know. Na mean?
^Is that how he got the nick-name “Soupy”?
Congrats Swedish Inga, you could have done so much worse. It’s kind of a crapshoot when youre choosing the assclown you want to spend the rest of your life with. Sometimes you gotta close your eyes and throw a dart at the board and hope you hit the bullseye with the biggest dong. Also giving her the name Inga should imply that she is Swedish. But whatever.
EuroTimmy is giving the eye of someone just inserted their finger in his mud hole and he sort of likes it.
Bacon?….. Where? ….. Can I have it in a sangwitch?
If you’ve ever wondered what Justin Beiber would look like if he went The Full Douche…
Eurotimmy is sporting a poor man’s MC Escher optical delusion tatt. It’s a bird taking a dump on a face which is actually an angel kidnapping a teenage girl.
Her face: “CLEARLY I’m not with this douche.”
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His face: “Wait Brian! I didn’t even touch her. We’re still cool, right? Aw man, don’t look at me that way. OK, OK, I’ll be Mr. Slave tonight. Happy?”
Hold on. Is that a two-headed alpaca on what should be his triceps? Step away from your monitor Boss, just step away.
Speaking of bacon…
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