Velcro Flabulous
There’s a number of factors that should cause our collective psyches to melt down upon witnessing this doucheflab mugging the most exciting Danish plaything since the Lego Rocket Launcher.
The Dolce underwear.
The smackworthy douche-face.
The bling, hang gesture, fauxhawk and stupid-ass reflection sunglasses.
The fact she is a melting-pot of fondue brie cheese hott.
But it’s the velcro sneakers that task me. That, and the fact that I’d suffer the slings and agonies of outrageous fortune and take arms against a sea of tribbles, just for the chance to ham her lets.
Yeah, I made a Hamlet double entendre mixed with a nod to Tribbles. Oh, like you’ve never used the classic Hamlet/Star Trek combo for sexual euphemisms before.
Man, I need a drink. I think those boobies just caused a verbal meltdown.
