Okay. I don't know what's worse here.
The fact that Sandy, a squirrel on Sponge Bob Square Pants, has tits where no squirrel would have tits, or... the fact that I noticed that Sandy on Sponge Bob Square Pants has tits. (my life sucks)
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Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas ... with the music at top volume and at least a pint of ether.
-Hunter S. Thompson
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Dude, your blog has been taking a rather surreal trip down "The author needs to get laid" lane.
Cocks? Sponge Bob wood? The census deal justifying why you can't seem to get laid. Now back to Sponge Bob and Sandy's breasts?
Snap out of it man!
Snap out of it indeed...
Just a couple of weeks ago you were reporting on a right wing stripper magazine. There would seem to be the possibility of some happy confluence here - those nubile women want to exchange their services for your money and you have need for such services. More expensive than bike riding, but arguably more fun.
-d
At least you don't spank your monkey to Marge Simpson's nude scenes like m .... I mean, some guy I know.
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