Friday, November 23, 2007
Friday Night Shots
Take a shirtless douche, press his face in a Gutenberg printing press, toss in a hand gesture and have him paw a sweet Suburban SUV Hott, and it’s Friday Night Shots time.
She is sweet innocent pureness, bottled and served at room temperature.
He is a week old tea bag.
Together they make a couple of pure, 100% Columbian Wrong.
