Saturday, April 26, 2008
This Guy
Who has a finger pointing at the camera and is a huge pile of excredouche?
This guy!!
Heh. I always wanted to do that joke.
It’s Saturday morning. My bowl of Lucky Charms isn’t doing much to help the Night Train that decided to slap me upside the head at 2am. But not like I’d slap Baby Brunette’s butt check bottoms on the left. The one with the power thighs that could crush walnuts flung at 80mph off a racetrack in Daytona.
Come to me, my thunder thighed petunia. And bring your three friends.
