This one's for you Merci Blah Blah
|Dear Father God, what does the bible say about degenerate Housewife candy-porn?|
And now...for Part II of my stream of consciousness.
(I couldn't fit anymore green arrows and captions without compromising the photo's integrity.)
I'm sorry in advance.
- Is anyone else surprised he allows her to have sugar?
- Why no faux-hawk today Jim?
- I've watched A LOT of Dr. 90210 and I'm pretty sure some of that fat in his second chin could be sucked out and injected into her face, or am I wrong? Two birds, one stone?
- Look at her lips. Look at them.
- What's his thought-bubble? Aww yeah, who's ya' King now? Or maybe, Just...a little bit...almost there...not quite so much pucker Alexis...remember how I taught you...
- I wonder if his shirt is Alexis Couture: For Him. It's shiny.
- Why are they in a candy store? Mingling with and fondling food products intended for human consumption? Someone call the Orange County Health Inspector, like yesterday.
- Is that the face she makes when he tries to go in the out-door, like the devil-sinner that he is?
- Is that the face he makes when he watches her get down on her hands and knees...to pray?
- Does he help her eat all her food?
Still love me?
I didn't think so.
But this might help bring you back around...