Kel's Tight Shirt, Time Travelling, and Shoe on Head

Kel has Bubbaganoosh eating out of her hands to the point the ladies that use to swarm his room like over the hill groupies are not showing up or chatting anymore (remember the same thing happened inside The Computer Store), and numerous guys dreaming of eating out of her twat, including yours truly, however my total love for my dear Annoying Aussie will not diminish my hole poking at thee almost perfect camwhore. 

Imperfection's plague my beloved kangaroo wrestler her choice of online men, blocking me from Facebook, and allowing her skin to dry up as if she spent a vacation in a bloody desert.  

My Pottymouth Princess must explain to me how the hell she was able to squeeze into the under shirt and how in bloody hell, she some how ended up in the Bride of Frankenstein, or did I find her celebrity look a like?

Oh Kel is that how you see me as a monster?