Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Tropical Choadwank
Porn-star pubal facial scruff. Annoying tongue. Combo 93 Degree Hat Tilt + the extremely rare Z-Axis Tilt. Jesus bling shirtlessness. Dual bee-glasses hotties in inverted ‘bag sandwich formation.
Yup. Time to slap myself in the face with an oven mitt.
Add in the cursed idol from the Brady Bunch hanging like some form of douche missletoe, and Tropical Choadwank makes me want to blend arctic lemmings into a lemming milkshake and feed to a Polar Bear until his satiated growls serve as a sonic blotting out of the memory of this choadputz’s existence.
