Tuesday, September 26, 2006
The Scrambler
Hoo boy, where to start, where to start…
The 163 degree hat. Scrote Boy here couldn’t content himself for the lesser degrees on the Douchebag Hat Tilt. No simple 10 degree or 90 degree functionality for this picnic table shirt wearing, dimple douched ‘bag ghoul. Nope. He’s got higher scrote heights to scale.
Blonde on the right sort of scares me in that Darryl Hannah “I will break you” way, but cotton candy on the left is just all sorts of sweet taffy popcorned goodness. I can’t tell whether I want to jump on her or tuck her into bed after reading “Good Night, Moon.”
