Monday, October 12, 2009
Gunter Von Crotchian
What else do you expect to find at the Blue Moon Diner at 2am on a Tuesday? The rules are different. It’s after hours.
Cuff links on the neck. Zombie stare. Douche shirt.
Awkward shouler fondle on Waitress Alyssa.
And, the piece de resistance, the gun bling belt buckle.
Because the phallus is a weapon.
