bill-swift - July 17, 2012
Well, it was only a matter of time before our friend Coco and her extraordinarily designed badonkadonk lost all control and start consuming everything in its relatively diminutive path, starting with her thong.
I think Coco's derriere may be like the sofa cushions; you dig around in there every couple months or so to find missing socks or loose change or, you know, my girlfriend's retainer. Somebody needs to put a leash on that twin-cheeked beast before Gotham is completely destroyed (sorry, I've got Dark Knight Rises on the brain).
Oh, Coco, if human ass-meat were allowed to be sold in stores, you would live like a queen forever. Enjoy.