Sunday, June 1, 2008
Sunday Jean-Claude Van Douche
Forget the earlier nottadouche considerations, Van Damme. You are an aging smelly cheese of eurodouche.
I will take your blonde friend behind a podium and explain to her why aging wooden movie stars in leopard jackets and stupid-ass sunglasses aren’t worth her time.
And by explain, I mean lick her anklets like an alcoholic llama.
