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Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Angry Lip Guy Shushes You
For his ear bling, featuring only the finest hard plastic diamelles, was purchased at a premium when deBeers was having a “Douche Sale.”
Pouty Patrice, she of purity of suckle cheek, and teeth of lickworthy Crest white strip whiteness, offers the Eye of Coitus, and for that, I triple vault through a field of hallucinogenic gnats just for the chance to fondle her custom made “BieberPod” iPod ear phones.
Monday, January 3, 2011Nip Tweakin’ in the New Year
Rocker Bobby is standard Sunset Strip flush. I mock his Jesus Bling with rote dedication, and move quickly on to Red Stripe Sarah.
Yes, I see you, you bouncy bartender wench giggle bobble. Sure you wear too much makeup and are way too excited to be there. But yours is a perky smile of sunrises and corona lights, that only smells vaguely like an ashtray mixed with melted Certs.
Incidentally, Rocker Bobby’s belly button fung vaguely resembles Sarlac’s Pit.
