Friday, May 18, 2007
Private Doublechin
Listen up, Private Doublechin, you ain’t cool for going into the “jungle” dressed like a short-bus choad who watched too many Hogan’s Heroes reruns growing up. You’re simply ‘bag.
Private D.C., it’s okay if you want to put on makeup. You don’t need to hide behind the army to do so. Simply go all the way, Frank N. Furter it up, Rocky Horror style. But drop the pretense of heterosexuality. It may fool pouty lipped peroxided hottie with the ridiculously sexy arm fishnets, but it don’t fool me.
So, uhm, take that.
Yeah.
God damn I’d chew through a lamp cord just to curdle milk on her fryer.
