Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Boy Wonderbread is My Battle Cry
I may be injured, but I am not giving up the fight. I cannot rest on my laurels.
For ‘bags like Wonderbread are out there. Hitting on sweet girls.
I may be banged up, but the war against the Ed Hardpocalypse has just begun.
Okay granted, he just looks like a scared boy who wants his porridge here. But not neglect the “Z” head shave. No excuse.
