On a sultry winter evening, not a cocktail was stirring. He was about to make his big tongue move when suddenly ...
... a big-ass coconut fell smack on her head! Moral of the story ladies, never hang out with tongue-wagging lascivious men under a coconut tree ... do that at Club Deuce!
PS ... we don't need mistletoe in Miami. It's not cold as a witch's tit, so we don't have to swap spit at doorways just to stay warm. We kiss just because we're a bunch of ho's!
2 comments:
:::Packing my bag::::
oh my goodness this cartoon tickles my fancy!
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