Thursday, April 17, 2008
Criss Angel is Poo
Every month Criss Angel ratchets up the douche factor like a spectral Harry Houdini by way of Rico Suave’s Gerardo. In perhaps his most amazing illusion of all, yesterday he made our merits as a society disappear.
Poof!
Gone in a cloud of Axe Bodyspray. Where’s Sigfried and Roy’s white tiger when you need it?
Yet Crissbag continues to pull the highest quality Vegas hooch.
I got a trick, Criss.
Wave the red scarf over the bottle. Wuula wuula wuula. Now look inside.
It’s your mom.
