Lucky Lunchbox!

I want to apologize for never inviting Marisa Miller over for lunch until now. What can I say? I guess my head is so far up my fuckin ass, that I haven't seen daylight in months! Marisa is on her way over, and she'll park her P.T. Loser right in the Prick Cabin cul-de-sac! How about an early Valentine's Day special, Marisa? Would you care to have a few sweethearts?! They are Prick Cabin custom-made!!! These little hearts don't say, 'Be Mine,' 'Kiss Me,' or 'Hug Me!' Who do you think I am?! I'm not running a fuckin daycare center over here!?! These special sweethearts read, 'Fuck Me,' Blow Me,' 'Sit On My Face,' 'Tongue My Clit,' and 'Lick My Prick!' Woahhhh! Forgive me, Marisa! I'm not trying to be crude!!! I'm just being honest! I have the Korbel on ice, to go along with a set of dirty fuckin dice!!! This isn't Kindegarten, bitch! What the fuck were you expecting? Fluffernutters and apple juice? I got your fuckin Motts right here!!! I'll fill the liter up with junk juice instead!! Suck it down, baby!!!! What if we play a little ping-pong or pool to ease the tension? I'll call two-hole, corner fuckin pocket!!!! SIT!