Your Daily Fug!
November 18th, 2008
By: Melysa
Finally free from the stench of Cassie’s cundy on Diddy’s hands, Aubrey O’Day has been on the prowl for new salty meat to eat without the rest of the Danity Kane skanks looking over her shoulder like vultures.
Seen here frolicking with some unnamed vagina while in Miami over the weekend, it’s safe to say we know what goes on behind closed doors with these two. (Slurp, slurp.)
That room must smell like a fish taco stand out in the middle of the dessert peak summer, the owner, a white dude with dreads, stinking of patchooli and Taco Bell bean burritos.
A neo-hippie whose non-discriminate in the bedroom and is constantly snorting battery acid up her nose? If my ex’s d!ck was able to break out into a rash because I ate fresh jalapeño at dinner, imagine what Aubrey’s beaver juice is capable of doing?
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