Monday, March 31, 2008
The Yak
Please don’t vomit your douche infested lunch from Arby’s on the perfect bouncy boobie boobs, Yakster.
It’s bad enough you’re spiking up what’s left of your hair and are struggling to grow a chin strap.
She is delightful, and your presence is, how you say, unwarranted betwixt her throw pillows.
Yet you appear to have cornered her in a padded cel at Miskatonic University. Please do not inject her with green glowing fluid. And by green glowing fluid, I mean your salivic taint.
