Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Belly 'Bag
Okay, new rule of ‘bagdom: The neck star tatt automatically jumps a scrote two spaces forward and one space to the right on the douchebag chessboard.
This wank better have a record deal. Otherwise I might have to shave that faux Rod Stewart nest with a blunt spoon, then sing medieval Gregorian chants with a hip-hop beat until hottie is forced to pat my bottom with talcum powder.
Hey, I like having my bottom patted with talc. What, like you’ve never had a hottie pat your bottom with some Johnson&Johnson product.
It’s not even the neck tatt that bothers me. When did pinky rings replace the upturned collar in the douche pit of scrote?
