This brawny babe has gone from Daisy Duke to dizzy puke as in dizzy pukes on that sex shelf of hers she's got on display. Every man alive is begging to chug bug juice and eat franks and beans from a paper plate and then force himself to up chuck all over those naughty things. Drizzle them in sizzly gut acid. Brundlefly them boobies. Take the uneaten beans and hot dogs and smash the whole paper plate into her cleavage so that it's all dripping and tumbling off and down her dress and she's just begging for more, more, more!
Simply put, if I had Johnny Manziel’s physical gifts, you better believe I would be there in the Weight Room, getting to bed early, doing whatever I had to do to be the best possible athlete I could be. I wouldn't be posting on social media about sucking titties. I wouldn't even look at a titty, buddy. I'd look at a titty and see two big footballs.
A real friend doesn't move until the middle of August, ensuring temperatures in the 90s and a humidity that turns boxers into moist balls of ruined cotton.
Expendable? You must be joking.
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