Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Guido the Killer Pimp
And I’ve got a trig midterm tomorrow.
We see you pulling up Gayle’s shirt for the camera with that sneaky right hand. And nice watch. Pud.
Gayle has the tiniest hands this side of that creepy Burger King ad. And she may be wearing a tablecloth.
But I’d still water her plants while she’s in Tuscany on a boat owned by a Saudi Prince who’s obsessed with midget Bukkake. And if that last sentence doesn’t win a Pulitzer for poetic postmodern riff, then my name isn’t Orville Reddenbacher.
