Monday, October 30, 2006
Pravdouche
I’m not sure when twelve year olds with mutant ears are allowed to cuddle with three Soviet hotties as absolutely perfect as these three. But I do know Carlsberg Boy hasn’t had it this good since he won his Junior High Halo II tourney, beating Chet, Bradley and Scooter. You go, Master Chief.
I would read Marx and contemplate the inadequacies of hegemony simply to fondle their bikini tops in inappropriate ways. They would break me, Ivan Drago style. I would embargo their Cuban Missiles. I would Gorbechev their Yeltsins. I would vodka their Dostoyevsky.
