But she didn’t fold up into a truck.
…just moments before being crushed by Megatron, Catimus Feline realized that the crabwalk is WAY TOO SLOW to escape with.
It’s like she’s BEGGING to be put in my trunk!
At least she’s not Megan Fox.
If I could do that, I wouldn’t need a woman. Hell, I’d never leave the house. Maybe to buy a lozenge.
M.C. Escher’s “Pooping Out My Own Head”.
Anyone able to pee in their own ear is OK in my book.
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