Thursday, May 29, 2008
Potbelly wins the Prize
Dammit, somebody better give me a reason to label this guy a ‘bag, because other than a bit of grease and a ‘beater, I’m not seeing much.
But for him to get away with snagging that prize, I need something.
Help me out, people.
Don’t let me give this guy a nottadouche pass. Come up with reasons to stamp choad, as the fact he’s being embraced by that bouncy, arching rump roast will haunt my subconscious for years.
Like that creepy episode where Arnold’s shirtless friend Dudley got fondled by an old guy on Diff’rent Strokes.
I’m still in therapy working out ever having witnessed that as a kid.
