I was sure this thread was the most sickening thing I would ever see. But then I saw a nude DexX sending a star case after case of Colt 45 to get in her pants, and I realized I'd been mistaken. That belief was strengthened when I found out the star was none other than DexX's own mother! (Not that we each haven't admired that whistler's mother from time to time.) Well, at least he's getting over being dumped by Gradma Moses. (Don't take Mautisse-ing seriously, my friend.)
But even that wasn't as disturbing as recent news that Michael Jackson and Jennifer Lopez just had a baby boy together. I wouldn't be that kid for a million dollars! I pity Michael and J-Lo's David. He'll have to visit sistine chapels before he finds one that doesn't have a choir boy his dad chiaroscuroed. That kind of life would be surreal!
If I were little Davey, I think I'd learn da van's shift stick quick, and get away from that negative space. Go van go! And I wouldn't even care where I went! Just so I was Guernica-n't find me!
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I ate a hooker half a bottle of knife.