Imagine Rooney's head turning crimson as he vigorously bothers a bonk-eyed orange tart with the complimentary pillow mint stuck to her left buttock. Then picture him at the moment of fruition, twisted into a hooting, neckless mess of lust that will indelibly print itself into your mind, corrupting all your fondest memories.
Wednesday, 15 September 2010
Humbling
What I'd give to be able to write stuff like this:
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3 comments:
EEugh - I feel sick.
They've just made it impossible for me to eat baby beetroot, and I love beetroot in olive oil and balsamic vinegar.
Bastards.
You can see why Colleen says no.
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