By Roger on July 24, 2009
Here we see Adrian Grenier –he of the worn-out-its-welcome Entourage– modeling the seldom-seen and always-disturbing Dorsal Happy Trail.
The problem with a DHT isn’t its simple existence, of course; it’s what the DHT suggests about his taint topiary. Primarily, that under those shorts lurks a thicket of ass pubes so dense that it could easily collapse into a black ho– wait… god… oh, why did I type that?! Why is the backspace key not working?! Aghhhhh!
I think I need a rape shower. A mind rape shower.
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Author Bio: A philosopher-king in exile, Roger has been forced by fate to wander the wilderness in pursuit of good Italian food and a sort of ring-like thingie –passed down to him by a sacred order of sexy, amoral executive assistants and stolen by this chick he met at a party, he thinks her name was “M”-something– that is possessed of a power that can shake the very foundations of the globe. Except that globes don’t have foundations, so he mostly just checks out hot chicks and cultivates a Lebowski-eqsue lifestyle.
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