You're not truly clean until you're clean under the rim.
That is hilarious.
This is like a warped post-secret postcard with the caption: I think Ken has an eating disorder.
oh, you are bad! lol
way to keep it classy. =)
Whenever I don't have a whole lot of time to write (since Monday was Valentines Day, it was dinner with Mrs. followed by pitiful attempts at hubba hubba), I usually go for the classics: Dolls with Diarrhea. Works all the time.
Crack me up!