Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Robobag
Oh, Pilar. You sweet Brazilian minx. You have delightful teeth and a perky nose. All you wanted to do is come to America and sample our fine array of tasty cola beverages.
But instead a square chinned Robodouche with name-brand cap is mugging your personal space.
On behalf of Americans everywhere, I apologize. He is the Conquistador of anti-culture. The Montezuma’s Revenge of ruptive scrote.
Please do not play “just the tip” in a couple of hours. It will end badly, and Carnivale will never be the same.
