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Sometimes the mood strikes when you least expect it. And we don’t always have time to get home. So, in some cases, you just have to make due by pulling over in some unfortunate suburbanite’s driveway and gettin’ your nasty man-groove on right there in the back of your boyfriend’s four-door hatchback! Hey, it happens! Take a look: Fuzzy camera work ruined my opportunity for a good ‘Grey Poupon’ joke… “Nope. Nope. That’s the gear shift. A little to the right… There ya go!” Nice tan line. Must be awkward going to the beach in nothing but a belt. “I toldja we shoulda folded the rear seats down.” If I didn’t know better, I’d think they were siamese twins! (special bonus alternate caption: “Dear God, man! There’s a giant nubian buck growing out of his ass!”) There’s a joke about singing along to ‘The Darkness’ in here somewhere, but I just can’t quite find it…
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