Friday, March 27, 2009
Blenderboy
Even the Shamwow Guy couldn’t find anything redeeming in this Blenderboy.
Especially the large, dyed black, chin-pube ants on the Bataan Death March.
The hott may not be modelly perfection, but she is round, plump and zaftig in all the right places. Some might call her trashy. I call it a flesh buffet with dancing leprechauns in which I would stare longingly at her cleavite while chanting the rhythmic “Ommmm.”
And then I’d rub her thighs with Crisco until she grew bored and wrote an entry in her diary about how, like, she’s totally going back to nursing school.
