Monday, October 14, 2013
Whipple The Pinturd Gets Mommy's Credit Card, Buys Sophie and Vegana a Bottle of Goose
And the whole thing ended up in an Albuquerque truck stop with required testing for all.
Yup, it’s your Humb Narrs, coffee in hand, on this Monday morning in the City of Angels. I Wish I could deliver this text in the morning radio voice of either the great Johnny Fever or that sappy Harry Chapin song.
Unfortunately I can’t deliver text in any voice.
As Derrida explained, we often conflate the written and the verbal forms of communication but they are entirely distinct spheres of knowledge.
And by knowledge, I mean knowledge.
I crave knowledge.
Multiple spheres of knowledge, both in the linkie, and on the left. Craves them I do.
Sandy Pear has huge foot. Might be a dude.
The sense of Fail is strong in these three.
“Booger…”
Whipple bought the Goose becuase the “ladies” threatened to kick his ass. Those ladies look beefy.
If I was ever to cavort with Trannies it wouldn’t be these two. Cavort, I says.
Was going to see Don Jon in the theaters tonight, but this screen cap convinced me otherwise.
The ‘bag is the love child of Joey Porsche and Jeff Spicoli.
Seems like a pale imitation of Cheetoh Man http://buff.ly/1gF9WqU
Likely GayBag. Bleeth on right is cut like an Adonis.
They all get their eyebrows done at the same joint.
Jesus, the one in the black is buff. She’s been working on her lats and delts,
Vegana Lopez (of the “From the Block” Lopezez) tells boyfriend/choadservant Whipple, “Hey, don’t be puttin’ ya hand on her, chu little prick. I whip ya ass!”
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To which Whipple replies, “Chill, babe! I, like, got my drink in this hand.”
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Vegana says back, “Damn right you ain’t! I seen ya checkin’ out her tits before. Don’t tink I forget dat shit.”