July 17, 2010

Honk If You're Ripe for Funky Pits

I dream of me and my buddy playing outdoors in the hot summer sun, then retreating back to our pad to bask in the funk of our ripe, manly armpits.

We take big whiffs to see who has the riper pits.

We get high off the smell of one another's manliness.

Me and my buddy, we're ripe for funky pits.