Sunday, March 8, 2009
Beefy Cow and the Perky Mellons
Ah yes, two lovely squeezey perky suckle thighs, and a beefy slice of festering cow carcass.
Jesus died for your pec, Beefy Cow.
As to sweet, innocent Yellow Blonde Maiden, I would flagellate myself with hairs plucked from rare albino Arabian horses and sing an off-key rendition of the Kinks’ Big Sky, just for the chance to mildly amuse Princess Mufesta enough for her to call her guards to throw me in the same dungeon where Yellow Blonde Maiden once passed through during her sophomore year “study abroad” program when she was at Arizona State.
