Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Joe
I can’t get too worked up about everyday average Joe here. Sure he’s got all the signs of uber-douche, from the low cut shirt, to the ancient Sanskrit prayer on his left shoulder. The combo mandana + hip-hop rosary + sideways peace sign.
Even the rare tri-chin-pubes formation.
But something tells me his name is Joe, he works at CostCo, and he’s very helpful if you need to find a 1265 oz. bottle of dishwashing detergent.
And really. How can I diss on Joe at CostCo?
The hott, however, revs my motor like a test drive Vespa.
