Don’t try and be slick either! The dog is not an option. The dog ON THE LEASH. Besides, the dog on the leash doesn’t like you like way.
I’d rather rub my bare nalgas in a bowl of hot vomit, but I would take my chances with Beth. Dog is so fucking bloated that it would be like getting sexy with a wilted balloon. Even his manchichis look like they’re full of gas.
Beth probably wouldn’t even want to get down. She would just want to watch QVC while eating a whole box of Russell Stover chocolates. But she would make me massage the green puss out of her corns……
Here’s these two hillbilly seaweed creatures mucking up a beach in Los Angeles on Labor Day.