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Wednesday, September 8, 2010
The Abercrombag
Mellonic potato head pudster pollutes pool area while Clarissa’s curves inspire Grey’s Papaya to create a new juice in her honor.
Yup.
No idea what I’m saying.
It’s early. I blame the tasty box of Malomars I ate last night while watching TiVo’d Children’s Hospital.
Mmm… Clarissa. I would swan dive through a pool of helium afflicted angry crustaceans just for the chance to sniff the sweat-infused towelette left behind after you had to go really bad at a neighborhood Denny’s.
Thursday, August 26, 2010Brad Pudt
Brad Pudt macks the serious a-list hottie huntin’ game in Austin, yo.
Just ask Eliza. She thinks his Jesus Bling and highly original tattoos are the raddest thing this side of the electronic bull down at “Dave’s Rodeo.”
Alls I can tell you, Eliza, is don’t make Brad Pudt point.
For he will point.
Friday, February 4, 2005YoBro tells Pia to stop staring into the microwave
10 degree hat tilt? Check.
Douchie wrist acoutrement? Check.
Stupid $200 sh!t-wrapper of a t-shirt? Check
Smug millennial trust-fund scowl for his brah’s Instagram? Check.
Fish-Slap demeanor? Chickity-Check. Yo.
Check, please.
Sweetie, you can do better. It’s written in that sniff-poo look on your pretty mug.
But you choose not to. Hence we mock.
