Thursday, March 26, 2009
Doughboy and Gidget
It’s like a 1950s Frankie Avalon surfer comedy by way of late 1990s Ska-punk Long Beach douche mashup.
Keep makin’ the Kissy Lips, Doughboy. The only thing saving you from a stage-4 uberdouche is the lack of “gang” hand gestures and the lack of Ubiquitous Red Cup.
Gidget has the disposition of sunshine retrograde Norman Rockwell Fictive Nostalgic Never-Was.
And, in the parlance of the early Greek philosophers, gigantic gimnimony grab-worthy hooters.
Am I making any sense today? I need another coffee.
