Monday, March 30, 2009
Jean Jacket Jerry and Cheryl
Jean Jacket Jerry is all sorts of Phish listening Bennington attending ball-kicking assclownery.
Cheryl is a leading cause of global warming. In my pants.
And if that joke was lame, it is lame only because Cheryl is so hott that higher brain function in the area that leads to clever puns and alliterative euphemisms breaks down in a Mad Cowian way in her presence.
I would marinate myself in a giant vat of Bosco chocolate syrup and pickle brine for thirty-six straight hours wearing only flip-flops and a small loin cloth just for the chance to awkwardly sniff her abandoned pleather sofa from her sophomore year dorm common room.
