Monday, February 19, 2007
The Pogo Stick
Mmm… Nordic, aryan, scandanavian hotness. And one douched up Anakin Skywalker ‘Bag nibbling on his hand. Use the force, douche.
He’s like a cross between Sting, a young Peter Frampton and a chocolate eclair.
These two sisterly blondes have the perfect cheekbones and curvey natural wonders of the grape feeders at a Calligulan bath orgy. If they were a pogo stick, it would be a sexy pogo stick. I don’t know what that means, but I’m going with it. Because I like pogo sticks.
There appears to be various comments written in on this lei’d Caesar’s jacket. None of which seem to read, “Please roll me in a rug and toss me down a San Fransisco side street.” Which is what I would write. Because I’m clever like that.
