Thursday, February 14, 2008
Madame 'Baggerfly
Ah, the Oldbag.
Oldbags often achieve an anti-hero status simply for keeping their saggy scrote in the game.
There’s Far East Hott, a sexy cube of cute in which Puccini’s operatic high notes only begin to evoke the curvy pouty lips of Asian Delight.
But then ‘Baggerfly crashes in like a bartender version of the lead singer from one hit wonder Midnight Oil.
But is he threatening? Not really. More like Dad’s best friend from Thursday night poker. So go to it, Oldbag. Sing that Aria. You get a “nottadouche.”
Just lose the neutron sunglasses and fetch me a Johnnie Walker Black, stat.
