Ah, Cigstache. Old timers at the Chateau will not-so-fondly recall her as the representative “zero” on the 1-to-10 female beauty scale.

Well, it’s time to meet your new Cigstache. Say hello (through your plumes of puke) to Tacotoad:

I get a thrill from torturing the retinas of my readers. It’s not like some of you don’t deserve it.
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Let’s make this more interesting. Which woman would you prefer to have for extremely platonic lunch company?
I can tell you I’d choose Cigstache, no hesitation. She looks earthy, like she has some good stories to tell, and I bet she’s not a man-hating femcunt. Tacotoad….or should I write (((Tacotoad)))…likely has a distinctly caustic personality belied by her inbred mutant physiognomy. So with Tacotoad, your ears are gonna hurt as bad as your eyes.
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