Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Sweatpants Sammy
Nothing shows your girlfriend “class” like the shirtless underwear on head sweatpants stain hip-hop dance move, “The Groin,” while drunk off your ass at the Tuesday Night Kegger on Boylson Street.
Megods, her legs are eleven herbs and spices of perfectly toned KFC.
I would slap a Koala Bear with a box of Apple Jacks just for the chance to claim her used stockings at the Salvation Army Labor Day Sale.
