Wednesday, November 4, 2009
HCwDB After Dark: Adam Goldbag
Your humble narrator is half naked, sitting on his floor and scratching himself in all sorts of awkward places.
I’m munching on tasty Cheetos, sipping some quality fortified wine ripple, and watching TiVo’d Curb.
And yet, my mind wanders.
What’s with the hooky chin pubes? Is this a new formation? Or is his douchal face rearticulating previous patterns of inscription?
What’s with the six pound watch? Is it really necessary?
And what’s with the glasses? Max, are we driving through plutonium?
And, most importantly, did Adam Goldbag here actually buy a shirt with a bling necklace printed on it?
Help me, Brunette Future Party Mom. It makes as much sense as your dress.
