My Dick’s In A Pouch Like I’m Luminati

VERSACE, VERSACE. MY DICK’S IN A POUCH LIKE I'M LUMINATI.

That’s all I really want to say about these Verstrosities. If you want to look like you’re auditioning for the remake of Fellini’s Satyricon, Medusa’s got your back. So, what exactly is the intended use of these peculiar pieces of shit? I’m thinking, holding silver platters with mounds of cocaine and muscle relaxants for deranged iconoclastic warlords to sample at their annual conference held on an island amongst a Pacific atoll. That wouldn't be a fun job, I imagine. The amount of mind altering substances you have to be on to design this, stock this, model this, style it (with a beard), sell it and write about it must be astronomical. VERSACE? VERSACE.