Don’t act like you didn’t expect a sweet makeout sesh between me and Odette after enduring what feels like 45 minutes of dudes in miniskirts and tinfoil dog hats prancing around in the woods. Bouncing tittays is about the only thing that made that stretch of footage watchable.

Okay, so maybe it’s not VERACOSA: MISTRESS OF DESTRUCTION because I’m never topless and we didn’t get an awesome set or a Wayans brother. But it’s close. It’s real fuckin’ close.

Later.

PLUCKYTARA, MISTRESS OF BLATANT HOMOEROTICISM