Hot Chicks With Douche Bags

Sunday Spew

So, hung over from a night of excess, I ponder my sunday morning. Coffee? Perhaps. A tasty bowl of Cocoa Puffs? Of course.

A rank frost tipped aging club-choad Piscopo with two pieces of arm candy?

Now I’m awake.

Mmm… they are lovely. If they could only lose the ‘bag of goiter, I would share my Cocoa Puffs with them. But not too much. Because I’m running low.