Oobs, Purse, and Drunkmeier on You’s the Faux.

The real this week's roast:

8 Mile without the class or the Talent. That’s right! We said it. You’s the Faux is on our radar this week because she has consistently failed to subscribe to this blog. So she is going to be fully roasted right now more than Canadian Bacon at a down syndrome convention. (Canadian Bacon will be roasted at a later time.)
Technically You’s the Faux is rumored to have a vagina and she may have tits (albeit it be bitch tits) but for the first two years of law school she partook in a circle jerk of narcissism. You’s the Faux may not be a real dude but she is tough. One night Drunkmeier begged her to punch him in the face. Why? Because it was Drunkmeier. Why did she actually do it? According to Drunkmeier it is because he fucking told her to. And yes she did. She knocked him a good one in the face and his shit was sore for two weeks. It was memoralized on Ol’ Yellers cell phone.
The bitch is built like a linebacker. She tackled Biff onto the bed like Jerome Bettis tackled Carson Palmer in the 2004 AFC north playoffs. And boom goes the dynamite.
Years from now You’s the Faux and her future husband are going to get that age old question… So where did you meet dad? And she’s going to have to admit that she was drunk, and bored at Finn McCools. Zing. And boom roast the dynamite.
But baby everybody loves you.
(P.S. this blog may leave something to be desired since Drunkmeier is fueled by his beer bought breast peep show tonight. He is thinking about four, perky boobs not the funky melons on You’s the Faux chest.)
(P.P.S. Drunkmeier called me “intellectually dishonest” for not showing him my boobs again.)