Monday, June 30, 2008
One-Pac
Oh Tiny Dancer Hott, with your dual Ubiquitous Red Cup action, your New Wave Tie and your hint of pokey red satin bra.
Be warned.
What lurks in the night is not a monster from your darkest childhood fears.
What lurks in the night is actually some goofy-ass white suburban fratchoad wearing the douchiest manifest of all — the 2-Pac Shirt underneath the partially removed football jersey.
I repeat: White Guys in 2-Pac shirts with partially removed football jerseys. Douche 4 Eva.
And with tumbler in wristdanna’d hand, One-Pac will come for you. So beware his chin-pubes, Tiny Dancer. For they are very tickley.
Oh yeah, and his friend Frank came, too. But no one pays attention to Frank.
