Friday, October 6, 2006
Walk the Line
This douche is walking that fine line between gay’bag and metro’bag, and both sides are trying to reject his sorry, whispy, grinny scrote.
Blondie looks a little too porny for my tastes, not to mention exhausted, but I’d still cuddle up in her mountains to shield me from the rain.
Man, I can’t tear my gaze away from this lanky pile of rat cheese’s jawline. It’s like douche granite. In fact this may be a flesh colored statue. Am I supposed to believe that veiny hand exists anywhere outside a DaVinci carving? I don’t think so.
