Retro Douchitude: NKOTB
Y’all ready to get funky?
Uhm, no Donnie. No I’m not.
It’s like being awakened in the middle of the night with a horrible, long repressed memory of being touched by your uncle when you were nine. New Kids on the Block represent our shared collective trauma. Our ass raping uncle. Better to confront this atrocity from our past then to repress the memory.
Or at least share a good laugh at some retro-douche as we slide on into a Friday night of excessive binge drinking, extreme consumption of delightlful Hostess cupcake products, and of course, staring awkwardly at hotties while hungover at the local IHOP on a Saturday morning.
Not that there are that many hotties at my local IHOP. But there are a few. At least as far as I can tell, what with the blurred vision amidst the blueberry syrup.
