I mean really.. what else needs to be said?
I clean myself out. I go into a doctor’s office where they know the misery that I have been through to this point and the misery that I will endure during the procedure and the post-procedure flatulence that any bachelor party attendee would pay to have!!
I-pods are now the size of watches…can we not get some kind of smaller camera for the butt-light, Ya Jagoffs?