Monday, December 2, 2013
Meanwhile in Bay Ridge…
Vinnie gotta dance, yo!
Angie’s like, okay I guess. But in a few.
But Vinnie’s like, c’mon!
So Angie’s like, yeah, I s’pose.
But then Vinnie’s like, wait, I gots to apply my eyeliner first!
And Angie’s like, that’s so queeyah.
And Vinnie’s like, no it’s not, it’s super!
And they danced. Like a wave on the ocean scrote-mance. Like two pudwacks in love, and they danced.
And… scene.
that turd burglar has some of the most girlish hands i have ever seen not on a girl.
Angie’s suffering from the less common Big Tit/Small Tit syndrome. She should flip her hair over her left temple to even out the silhouette.
In the category of Most Euro Eurobag, we have Hanz. Hanz from the previous post chews woodland creatures out of spite. He who clings to the Euroteat and Angela Merkle’s NSA surveilled phone dripping with the femfluence of a thousand suns of supernova she-lava of a limberger persuasion. Brahms unwrites his 57 Symphony ” Ode to Gwindoline for the chance to beat this fag with a Maestro’s aplomb. Einstein farts as Stalin turns in hid grave to kiss the Queen Mother. And lady sings the blues.
Angie wears a wee top hat spiked into her skull that illuminates when she’s in contact with Douchewanks. Glow, baby, glow
Rev Chad channels his inner Captain Beefheart for that one
It’s a scromantic comedy, like When Harry met Sally but without anything even remotely funny. Remotely, I says
Groockler is to Germany as Pumpito was to Brazil. And by Brazile, I don’t mean the black lefty shill with the steel blue hair.
She’s right Vinnie. Your eyeliner is queeyah!
When Vinnie isn’t dancing at da club, he’s working extra shifts at a truck stop glory hole.
She’s not a hot chick. Vinnie wants to be a chick. Strange contradiction.
Angie now realizes why she finds it a little strange that she got hit on by Ray Liotta Jr. while picking up her make-up at the mall.
When did this site become Hot Chicks with Fagbags?
A+ for the 1989 Hooters (band) ref