Gross
Seriously, she wants it. Stuff me in a closet wrapped in duct tape, heat up a bag of llama shit and shovel it over me till I puke. I’d rather see her team up with Gary Coleman—you know, the fuck-tard from Different Strokes—and make the most annoying porno ever before having to hear those horrendous vocal chords snotting through a microphone in the US Senate, “Aehhhh…. yeaaaaaaha, I’d like to make eh motion, eeaahh.”
