Sweet like nothing at all: La Nettoyage

Thursday, November 23

La Nettoyage

Cleaning off the desk top and found these:

Classic

Classic pt. 2

We think this needed a revival.

And in response to Miss. Pellicone's enthousiasm upon discovering she does not actually need to wear a bra: Goddamn you. Girls always talk about wanting bigger breasts... They are high maintenance! They are expensive, irritating, floppy bitches that get in the way of everything. So shut your mouth, Pellicone. Goddamned floozie.

Eli

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