Here are some pictures of Sophie Monk riding a bike in a bikini top, getting back to her fifth grade memories, when life was so simple. She’s even got the little license plate that reads her childhood nickname her dad used to call her and I guess it’s all because Good Charlotte broke her heart and she’s trying to find that “safe place” they taught me about when I was in therapy. The only difference is that this Sophie Monk refused a seat because she wants to remember what penetration feels like. If you’re wondering why you see a seat in the picture, it’s because she my theory didn’t actually happen, it was just me being stupid and making reference to the fact that the last guy she dated didn’t have a penis and that was before Paris Hilton’s acidic diseased cunt touched it, so now I guess he’s got a scabby fleshy mound like a Ken Doll, but fatter and with more suburban tattoos from the strip mall in his hometown.

Either way, shes wearing a bikini top, oh my god. Virgins Unite that was me trying to make some kind of comic book reference to people who get excited about chicks in bikini tops, but I never read comic books so I’m just clueless on the shit, and probably not that much cooler than you, despite knowing what a vagina feels like.

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