I just went to a sandwich place to get a sandwich because I like sandwiches. I think it’s got something to do with not being allowed to eat sandwiches as a kid because my mom was more into breast feeding me until she died when I was 12. I guess it was cheaper for her considering in the latter part of her life she was pregnant every year and the babies always seemed to disappear, I assume she sold them or some shit, which always made me nervous, knowing that somewhere out there, my 10 brother’s or sisters were running around. I never felt comfortable slamming a mexican/half mexican girl and I don’t think I ever will, because unlike you I don’t get off to the thought of fucking my blood. I guess impotency prevents incest. Either way, this woman in front of me at the sandwich place made the sandwich artist pull out the roast beef for her to inspect before ordering. I thought that was weird, but not as weird as the bitch who ordered an egg nog latte with nutmeg at starbucks but only because egg nog at 11 am is a vile thought. Speaking of roast beef and vile thoughts here are some pics of….LOHAN. Cuddles.

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