Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Cuisinart Carl
I’m having a hard time classifying the douche-face on Cuisinart Carl here.
Are those kissy lips? Or a vaguer and harder to classify stage of douche-mouth? And does that expression make me want to smack him in the face with a dead frog in a sock, or a pile of camel poo in a plastic bag?
And would it be wrong of me to woo Princess Red with giftwrapped Twinkies and hiding out by her bathroom window at 2am after spelling out “I want to lick your shoes” in flaming bales of hay in the nearby cornfield?
