Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Facebag
Those are five of the nicest balloons I’ve seen since The Blizzard.
Other than the douched out shirt, the dude doesn’t really have many classic ‘Bag signifiers. So lets stamp and process him as stage-1 EuroBag. Then ship his ass off to Vienna.
And by Vienna, I mean the sausage factory. Where he’d be more comfortable. While I steal away with sultry brunette by cover of moonlit night, only to ravish her under a chocolate waterfall while tiny Oompa Prompas dance in our peripheral ecstasy.
