Saturday, September 9, 2006
Scrum De Douche
Look at the tongue-scrote in the red about to lick this perfect little cuban sandwich and tell me you don’t want to spew stomach acid. The oil on that wank’s forehead could power Vegas for a weekend.
Happy happy cleavite and the DB1’s Saturday is off to a good start. Now if only I can shake this massive wine-headache. Stupid karaoke.
