Thursday, August 6, 2009
Schmuckhead
With a name like Schmuckhead, he’s gotta be a douche.
Yeah, whaddaya want. I’m still a bit loopy. Clever treatises on how expertly I would explore Latina Barbie’s cleavite with the thunderous hooves of a maurading gang of shetland ponies will have to wait for this afternoon.
But yes I would.
And yes, Party Boy Hal needs his chestnuts roasted over an open fire.
