Right. There is utterly no need to mention that he is a giggling little donut-puncher, or a skipping lavender-scented pillow-biter. We do not need to mention that Brock is a pearl-necklace adorned tumblebunny, nor do we need to say he is a limp-wristed prancing knob-jockey.
Never will it cross my keyboard to mention that Brock is a petal-covered swishing basket-burglar, and you will have to wait a long time to see me say that Brock is a effeminate queenie-baby genuflecting chicken licker.
No, you will never see me post that Brock is a loafer-lightening grass-tickling pounder of fudge. NEVER! No, sir, you will not see me calling Brock a stool-pushed jolly-ranching graduate of the Assmasters school of backseat driving.
Nosir. We are better than that.
I guess you’re saying you wouldn’t hit it.
LOLOLOLOLOL!!!!! Tears on my keyboard!
How ‘bout “mincing little Pink Swastika leather Nazi”?
Yes, Nazi. Brock has a Goebbels-like tolerance for dissent.
...”stool-pushed jolly-ranching graduate of the Assmasters school of backseat driving”...
LOL!!!!!!!!!