I didn't know it was possible to date one of those large granite heads on Easter Island, but apparently Blondie here is finding a way.

This head is overwhelming in its greasy chiseledosity. It makes me weep for humanity. It is all that is scrote.

Blondie's a bit too crazy-eyes for my taste. Like she'll be amazing in bed then two weeks into the relationship she'll eat all your oreos, set your autographed Ron Jeremy photo on fire and run over your cat.

Note the rock that Aku here planted on that finger so she wouldn't run off with a wall of concrete.

That head. My eyes keep returning to that large coconut of douche. It's like the Michaelangelo's David of 'baggedness. The chin dimple makes my lungs itch.