Spot Pumpkindouche
Since there seems to be a bit of a clamor for an A-List HCwDB pic this weekend, I’ll post this genius pic that I was saving for Monday.
Back to basics, baby.
A maelstrom of boobs and choad. Pillows and poo.
A brunette hottie on the left I would drink iocane powder for while fencing left handed. Two more slices of hottie bread at the bottom that I would lightly toast with powdered sugar and jam. Two peroxide blondes who may be a little large for my tastes, but would still break me in half and leave me asking for more.
Oh yeah, and Pumpkinbag.
Doctor Evil ‘Bag.
Eurodouche Austrian prince ‘Bag.
There it is. The faint hint of bile in the back of my throat.
All the emotions come together to form the perfect nexus of Hottie/Douchie wrongness. Arousal, rage, confusion, disorientation and a glass of iced tea.
Why iced tea? Because it’s delightfully refreshing.
