A diversion that appeals to fat mutant
disgusting sexless claymation land beast dragon bitches like Sandy Candy. That Sylvester and Tweety t-shirt accentuates the hideous lumpy sacks of greasy adipose tissue you call tits so well. As soon as that latest hellspun offspring slides out of your leaky, gaping
roast beef curtains, you'll have time to go back to the Vineyard and have your
picture taken at Dyke Bridge pretending to be Mary Jo Kopechne, only 300 pounds heavier.