Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Jack the Lipper Finds a New Victim
This sequel to the best-selling harlequin novel of the late 19th century ends not with a bang, but with a, well, a bang I suppose.
I can’t tell if 80s Tom Petty Hott is turning me on or making me consider pitching a movie, “Whatever Happened to Baby Tom Petty?”
Pouty Michaela continues, however, not to disappoint. Mayan Eye of Slutty Coitus for the societal elevation.
Coke, Weed, Babba Booey?
Coke, Weed, Hong Kong Phooey?
“Dieter duz not shmile for zee camera, Dieter muz practiz zis face 30 minutes in mirror daily.”
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“Dieters hair muz be shtyled juz right for zee camera, if Dieter doz not look good, Dieter vil make zee sad face.”
That girl has tire tracks going across her mons.
Coke, weed, Joey Espanola?
So Selena Gomez, Johnny Gilicky, and Avril Lavigne go into a bar.
“Dieter iz czelebrating tonight, he finally rezeived hiz Prince Albert he vanted, zis is me making zee happy face”
Mmmmmm. Tom Petty Hott…
This pic is making me wall-eyed, so as to not look at the Lipper. He’s eww.
Unhand those hotts. Or I shall rip the ring out of your lip, then taunt you.
Chick on the right has a bald guy comb-over. What’s that about ?
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As a big-time MILF fan I gotta admit I’d throw one in Ann Romney. Does that make me weird?
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She’s much more MILFy than Michelle. I’d hit it.
…only if she goes ATM…on first dates
eww. Did you have the sound on during her speech?
Tom Petty Hott is one of those women who has no upper lip, which always kind of disturbs me. Penelope Keith, anyone?
Coke, weed, Joey Paranoia?
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So she’s afraid of baby kangaroo drug dealers? She’s turned on by baby kangaroo drug dealers? She wants to be a baby kangaroo drug dealer? She’s really Australian and has blown her cover by announcing her presence to the baby kangaroo drug-dealing community? So many questions…
Jack the Lipper’s mother warned him sorry ass that if he kept making that face, it would freeze that way.
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Well, his only thought is, “Damn you, mother, you spawn of Hell. Damn you.”
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His eyes betray much evil, and none of it’s the good kind; the good kind is what I wouldn’t mind sharing with the hotts.
“…..his* sorry ass…..”
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Kinda like mine without a fuccen proofreader.
You can’t see Romney-Cow’s mons. She don’t shave. or take off the magic undies.
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Sons.
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Mons.
Is that her real hair or did several small animals die on her head?
That’s Cousin Its teenage daughter on the right.
It’s Beiber bitch hair.
For the first time in many moons…the chicks are bigger ‘bags than the dude!!!