To quote Inspector Clouseau, “You are a genius, Balls!” (Of course at this point, there are no reasons to think balls could be present, nor the “shlort” one would expect to find on such a specimen of “gender-confused skankdom”).
Damn! And so close to lunch. (Honey? Where’s the eye bleach?)
To quote Inspector Clouseau, “You are a genius, Balls!” (Of course at this point, there are no reasons to think balls could be present, nor the “shlort” one would expect to find on such a specimen of “gender-confused skankdom”).
Damn! And so close to lunch. (Honey? Where’s the eye bleach?)