
And it's cousin, the rod pretzel cigar.

Ooh, and the Pringles duck lips.

Good stuff. I'm glad I'm the only one to have ever thought of those things.
I could have sworn the title pretty much described what's going on here, but Wifey seems to think I should exemplify the blog in this portion. So here goes: I will explain what pain I'm feeling, and hopefully the fun stuff surrounding that affliction. Hope you enjoy my irritations, you sadistic jackbitch.
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