The Flour Tortilla
This skeeze-mug appeared recently in another pic here on the site, but I’m too hung over to go back and look for it. I’d know that douche-face anywhere. I know it because I have the same twinge in my neck. The sudden desire to smash my head into my refrigerator numerous times.
I want to roll this senorita up in a giant flower tortilla, sprinkle hot fudge and avacado slices on it, add some sour cream, then climb inside with her and roll down a daisy covered grass mountainside in the Swiss Alps while singing showtunes from “The King and I.”
Sounds a little bizarre?
Hey, it’s my fantasy bub, and if I want to roll around with this spicy little minx in a giant hot fudge covered flour tortilla, than that’s my douche given right. Her Cleavite sends me to a very happy place.
I do wish the girl clutching the Long Island Iced Tea on the right would dump it on Country/Western Douche’s head though.
