Oh, Christ. I got Scabies just looking at this Comb Over Rug. Why would you want to envelop yourself in feet and dirt and errant pubes and nail clippings (Gaaghgh accchhh glaaaagh) and scab flakes and crumbs of every variety?
What I’m saying is, you lay down on that rug looking like this:
And you get up looking like this:
Not only are you a greasy, flaccid loser, but I can smell your dick cheese from here.
I’m not typically a blog commenter, but goddamn. That picture of the greasy, flaccid losers? I gagged. Like, honest-to-god-sweet-jesus-here-comes-my-breakfast gagged. So, you know, thanks for that.
You’re so welcome! I’m glad I could contribute to the imminent rupturing of your esophagus. I mean that in a nice way because, you know, hospital time = work vacation.
Hee hee hee. Dick cheese.
Smegma.
This post made me almost die.
Someone is actually taking this photo from the ground. By their feet and stuff. That just occurred to me. Gross… er.