Johnny Blaze
It would perhaps be simplistic to simply say that Johnny Blaze is the new Joey Porsche. Clearly the singularity that is/was the JoeyPorsche experience is something that will never be truly replicated in our lifetime. And by replicated I mean purged from our collective memory by way of a psychoanalytic bleach. Words themselves can not fully encapsulate the joy of “Acapulo,” the “tm,” or wut his dic did.
Johnny Blaze is his own person. And by person I mean flaming bag of scroteundae. A Halley’s Comet of douchebaguous doucherific douchosity.
Oh sure, I can search through my lexicon of terms to describe the Johnny Blaze Experience. But, as with J.P., words will never do it justice.
I’ve considered whether these MySpace pages are setups, and they may very well be. As with JoeyP, the absurdity of the pics argue that in no natural universe can such atrocities sprout organically. But as far as I can tell, these ‘bags is real.
So without further ado, turn up your speakers and get ready…
buckle up…
I give you…. The Johnny Blaze Experience.
LiFe iS What U MAkE iT — Johnny Blaze (or Sartre)
