For Me To Poop On

April 8th, 2003  |  Published in Uncategorized

Flipping through the channels, we stop long enough to see a bit of Cher’s farewell-to-television-concerts concert. She’s just gotten through defiling a U2 song (there’s some pleasure to be found in imagining Cher’s squeezing a coily one out of that bony ass and all over Bono’s lizard-scaled chest), and now she’s surrounded by women in what looks to be a sort of bikini-inspired reinterpretation of Mongol horde-wear.

Just thought you’d like to know what you missed.

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