TESTING JUMP AGAIN
October 4th, 2008TEST TEST 2
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TEST TEST 2
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IPSUM LOREM GAYUM BITCHUM TEXTUM LUMPYLUM.

Ahhh, Lohan - where do I even start with you? You have pleasantly sized shock absorbers that makes having sex with a werewolf like me very easy. I’d like to go on record and say that I know for a fact Lindsay’s a shapeshifter. How do I know? Easy. Who do you think turned her into one? Yep, me. Here’s how it went down…
While in Vegas, I was out with some of my Lycan homeboys doing what we do best: howling at the moon and killing hookers. Anyway, one thing lead to another and I was introduced to Lohan via a mutual acquaitance. We began some small talk and it seemed like she really liked me. I say this because she was grabbing my crotch the whole time we spoke.
Next morning, impressed with myself, I ask her, “So, how was your first encounter with a werewolf?” To which she responds, “I’m a unicorn, so I’m really not one to talk.”

I’d really like to sink my teeth into Jessica Simpson’s intermammary cleft. Had it not been for the fact that my mandible fell out trying to chew my way through a door to get to some poor hopeless soul in a back alley a few nights ago, I’d have myself a grand old time with those fleshy-charms. Oh, right, hi, I’m a sexually frustrated zombie. No seriously, a real one. And I just happen to like celebrity gossip. (I zimagine her brains must taste like egg yogurt.)