Thursday, March 15, 2007
Hamlet Bag
To skeeze: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the scrote; / For in that sleep of douche what dreams may come, / When we have shuffled off this muscle t-shirt, tonguey douchebaggery and creepy ‘fro, / Must give us pause.
I anoint thee Prince Douchebagus.
I would Macbeth Ophelia with Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. And then lick her face repeatedly.
