Wednesday, December 3, 2008
God is Dead
So let me get this straight, Herpie. You tattoo “God’s Creation, 9-5-85” on your shaved pec, presumably your birth date. Then you get a drunk, confused, possibly feral hott to pull down your D-Neck to reveal it for the camera, while you gaze creepily at her chin.
This is uber-douche on so many intersecting levels of reality, I may just start drinking before noon.
