When I was walking around under Town Hall yesterday (and I’ll get to why later on after I’ve post-processed some images), I saw a women’s clothing store called “Jizz”.
Seriously.
Who the fuck names their store “Jizz”?
What does a girl say when asked what she’s wearing: “I’m wearing Jizz”.
Girls, if your boyfriend ever buys you clothing from a store called “Jizz” and / or he asks that you wear it frequently, or even offers to buy you a wardrobe entirely of stuff from “Jizz”, no matter how nice the gesture or the clothing is, your boyfriend has a secret fetish that he wants to explore in the bedroom with you.
And it involves his man juice all over your body.
Just be thankful he didn’t buy you a hat from “Jizz”.
Unless he does. Then you’re fucked. In the hair.
Sticky. Like [url=http://nanzosnews.com/blog1/2007/03/22/32/]Jizzy Tissue[/url].