Wednesday, May 6, 2009

An Open Letter To Erin Esurance.


Damn girl, you used to be fine.


With your skintight catsuit and grappling hooks and whatnot.


Selling that car, boat, or motorcycle insurance like the fine bitch you are.


Doing flips and shaking what the Good Lord gave ya. Mmm, mm mm.


So why'd you have to go to Melanie Griffith's plastic surgeon? Damn shame, girl. Real damn shame.

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