Tag: doomsday

  • Doomsday, Man

    Doomsday, Man

    I’m no blushing bride when it comes to a good snog sesh, but someone’s stank ass breath can really kill the vibe.      This gaping maw throws an absolute rancid gush of air at me, landing like a wet sock across my cheek. I am not breathing that. Not chill, dude. Their little liver-purple tongue is…