Thursday, January 24, 2013
Lurch McRoofie makes plans for the evening
Look at his eyes, Claudia.
Seriously, dear Readers…cover the bottom of Lurch’s face with your hand and look at it. LOOK AT IT.
*sigh* Look at his face, not your hand. Work with me here, dammit.
Damn, Girl, you betta make like Chris Christie/Hillary Clinton and make plans to start running…
I’ve gotta adjust my day-drinking regimen. I’m seeing double.
Is McRoofie more douchey with or without the ümläüt?
She looks familiar…
There’s a fuccen echo in here.
There’s a fuccen echo in here.
It’s Groundhog day?
As J.T. Kirk proclaimed on the road to Damascus during the Mongol civil uprising where he polished Madelaine Albright’s sweet pussy prolapse and made out with that disgusting chick from Precious while Whoopi fellated Oprah’s friend Gayle and Stedman gazed in the disgust of the man-puppet he had become. As the winds churn eternally until a small star runs out of hydrogen to convert to helium before it’s imminent fall to tiny black hole status and all of our information is stored at the outer boundaries of the known universe and on Stephen Hawkings failed forhead. The eternal statement rings true today.
.
What the fuck is going on with the four dimensional site today. I’m freaked right out.
.
Four of my favorite boobies! And two dumbfucks! what day is it?
I knew that having to get bifocals would come back and haunt me one day.
This looks like a possible case of “Psycho-on-Tranny,” crime.