Charlie Sheen could lick the vomit out of a warthog’s mouth while a trick in a priest’s outfit bones him in the butt with a strap-on made from recycled CROCS and an elephant wearing a human skin poncho pisses on his head from above, and I’d still shrug my shoulders and let out an EH. But now he’s gone way too far and should be shut down. TMZ says that on the night Charlie got boozed and partied with porn star Bree Olson, Nazi slut Bombshell McGee came up to the suite and was his #2 girl. This is fitting since Bombshell looks like a #2. Bitch looks what came out of my dog’s ass the time he ate pieces of his rainbow parrot toy.
Earlier in the night, Bree and Bombshit made out during Pauly Shore’s comedy show at The Palms. When the show was over, Bree invited Bombshit upstairs to join Charlie Sheen’s party. Bombshit and her friend showed up a few hours later and found themselves in the middle of a sea of hos. Bombshit stayed for a couple of hours and nobody knows what exactly went down.
The party is over and it’s time to hang up your coke straw when you start fucking on Bombshell’s swasticooch. No sir, done. What a mess. You know that when Charlie and Bombshell touched tongues, we all had a damn outbreak. The lights at the CDC’s headquarters flickered and gonorrhea warts sprouted out of everyone’s genitals to worship their new king and queen! Hmm. Come to think of it, that would explain that something I got my something this weekend. Update my file at the free clinic!