Friday, December 5, 2008
The Smorgasboard of Scrote, Part. 2.
You know how the next day after a party, the food table smells like feet?
Exactly.
But on the bright side, boobies.
They are firm and dance and shake like tribal extras in a 1940s racist Disney cartoon. They hop up and down like conga participants at the YMCA rec center. Even on a Bleeth, the boobs offer truth and light and are the tasty Hostess HoHos of the body part world.
