Imagine being in line at a coffee shop when all the sudden your enourmous hampster-boobs start singing the hampster-dance song. It's not funny in the least. Each year, litterally dozens of women are too embarassed to leave the seclusion of their own homes because of singing magic boobanimals.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Barstuck's
This idea isn't funny. Imagine being in line at a coffee shop when all the sudden your enourmous hampster-boobs start singing the hampster-dance song. It's not funny in the least. Each year, litterally dozens of women are too embarassed to leave the seclusion of their own homes because of singing magic boobanimals.
Imagine being in line at a coffee shop when all the sudden your enourmous hampster-boobs start singing the hampster-dance song. It's not funny in the least. Each year, litterally dozens of women are too embarassed to leave the seclusion of their own homes because of singing magic boobanimals.
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