Yes, Becks’ bulge looks more like a curled up mama hamster nursing her young while twisted up inside of a bed sheet hammock, but it’s Monday and I can’t write another word (after these words) about the piss whore bride and her dumb dildo groom’s wedding. So I thank Becks for keeping me from that by giving himself a front wedgie on Saturday night and showing off his soft-boiled huevos in a blanket. Just for that, I will forgive him for not quitting that Pocahontas Alfalfa shit on his head.
And if Becks’ nut squeeze* isn’t your thing, then I’m sure his invisible Can Can kick line routine is.
* It’s a damn fucking shame that as Becks’ shorts squeezed his nuts he didn’t let out a high-pitched Minnie Mouse squeal that could only be heard by Khloe Kardashian, making her paw at her ears in agony, thus ruining Kim’s whore wedding.