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The Starblazer Uvulates the Life Force from Kelly-Lynn

Going through the ole’ HCwDB archives one day and I stumbled into an assortment of unholy steaming ferret load of a toad pimple from way back in the dark days of Hottie/Douchey defenestration in 2010.

This simmering simpering simian shreds any sense of societal dignity and post-Nietzschean respek by pretending he doesn’t care about the very optic gaze for whom he seeks refractive corporeal validation.

By not giving a canary fling, he flings his canary. He bops his Bopeep. An inversion of a mystery wrapped in a riddle, surrounded by Enigma, all not changing the delightful life force that is Kelly-Lynn after Pilates class.

Megods, me-pantaloons, this buffonic douchetool chews scenery worse than Richard Crenna in First Blood.

Ask not for whom the billy goat pukes. It pukes for thee.

But wait, there’s more!

The Starblazer seeks sustenance

The Starblazer orange-u-tans Kelly-Lynne’s tonsils

And, going solo, the Starblazer wears zebra pants and poses like a crispy mirrored twigwaffle.

Yup. It’s like an X-Games Windex gargle in the clogged arteries of life.