Moobs
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Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Leo ‘Tard
Once, when I was ten, I set off a firecracker and blew up some ants on a leaf. Then I cried.
Now I know that I spared those ants having to live in a world with Leo ‘Tard. And so I feel assuaged.
Thursday, January 26, 2012Mooby Mooby Moo
Too-tight t-shirts and moob reveal punch the Baby Tebus in both the frankincense and the mur.
Li-yen’s emotionally distant Hong Kong-born parents never bothered to be nice to her. And so she dates the Gwai-Lo.
And not just any Gwai-Lo.
Douche Gwai-Lo.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012Kevin’s Adventures in Thailand
I’m pretty sure this story ends with a bathtub filled with ice, the smell of iodine, a bucket of horse spittle dumped over a rancid latrine, and the distant whine of a forlorn chihuahua who ate no noodles for dinner.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012The Wrong Kind of Boob Reveal
What you looking at, brgho? Consuelo kick yu-arr ass, brgho. Consuelo also lika de rouggggeee. But dat not maka him gay!
Ambiguously Persian Semitic Hott Naomi offers the sneaky real world sphincter tickle of oblique erotic trauma.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011Frankie Lunkerhead Squeezes Giggle Gina With Only Pec Flexes
That’s nothing. Wait’ll you figure out what’s holding up the beer behind Giggle Gina’s head. Wednesday, September 21, 2011Pecopolous and The Isle of Slutty Hott
Ah yes, I remember this from eighth grade Greek Literature. It was a short story by the ancient Greek playwright, Cervixes.
I loved the part when Pecopolous ran into the evil succubus, “Smiley Face,” and then on the Isle of Slutty Hott, Shish Kabob lead them across the River of Styx to the dulcet tones of “Come Sail Away.” And then the Sirens of Titan sang the banana boat song.
Yeah. That was it.
At least I think that’s how that story went. I might’ve gotten it slightly wrong.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011Moob Shirts
Still douchey.
Rapidly becoming a toxic plague 2011 Douchal Signifier when hitting on milfy goth mom/daughter club girl tandems.












