(no subject)
I thought this went without saying, but apparently not, so, for the record and for utter clarification, my public announcement:
I am content to live without knowing anything about the intimate sex lives of Marshmellow Peeps. Particularly, and this is important, the intimate lesbian bestiality sex lives of Marshmellow Peeps. And no, I am so not linking to the videos. What Peeps do in the privacy of their own cellophane wrapper is Just Fine With Me, and if it includes whips, chains, strip dances and Viggo Mortensen....look, frankly, I'm better off not knowing about some things.
(First the hobbit porn, then insinuations about my rubber ducky, now this. What do you people think about me?)
I am content to live without knowing anything about the intimate sex lives of Marshmellow Peeps. Particularly, and this is important, the intimate lesbian bestiality sex lives of Marshmellow Peeps. And no, I am so not linking to the videos. What Peeps do in the privacy of their own cellophane wrapper is Just Fine With Me, and if it includes whips, chains, strip dances and Viggo Mortensen....look, frankly, I'm better off not knowing about some things.
(First the hobbit porn, then insinuations about my rubber ducky, now this. What do you people think about me?)