Wednesday, May 14, 2008
The Smearkat
Alls I know is if sweet, wholesome Anya can escape from the greased up kissy lipped douchemulleted clutches of The Smearkat, she could feed an entire army of hungry babies.
I’m talking thirty, maybe forty hungry infant orphans desiring to suckle at her teat for nourishment.
And by forty hungry infant orphans, I mean me.
