Sunday, November 28, 2010

Snifflaska, Part IV

Let me be the first to pat Sniffy Wiffy on the back for having the restraint to hold out on choking up on-camera about her retarded kid. She waited 146 minutes into the season, and I don't know how many takes she needed, but she nailed it.

But isn't it enough with the fucking fish? Christ, another fucking round of pounding and battering on the ol' tuna boat - what the fuck am I watching, The Best of John Holmes? Move the fuck on already - aren't there some moose these people can Indian leg-wrestle?

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