If You’re Staring At Jennifer Aniston’s Cleavage Right Now, We’re Dead. Just Kidding! (Maybe)
If you’re reading this post right now, that means Photo Boy and I never made it to our computers this morning because we both don’t have power and/or weren’t worthy enough followers of Barack Obama, so he murdered us with the hurricane he summoned with his Kenya magic to win the election. Playas gotta play.
We’ll see you when we see you, and if we don’t, avenge our deaths. (SUCK HOT MINION, NATURE.)
– The Superficial