Thursday, September 25, 2008
What Rhymes With Ike...?
I was having a quiet bite to eat at my local eatery the other day and saw this. The biggest most stereotypical lesbian ever. This dyke was so over, from her, I mean his, purple Crocs up to his rectangular D&G frames. I'm almost wishing I was an "L" word so I could hook-up with him. I bet she, I mean he, would eat my pussy for blood. I mean eat it so violently, and then whatever was left-over, put it in a tupperware container and finish me off when she, I mean he, got home. I'm talking a championship pussy eater, a gold medal winner. I'm talking some Michael Phelps Olympic type pussy eating. Like it's her, I mean his, mother-fuckin' job. His sports-bra and back pack also slayed me. I live!