Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Creepy Uncle Adrian
Take off the party hat, Adrian. Put down the douche hand gesture. Lose the Blu-Blockers.
Leave Paulina alone.
She just left Scarsdale and her dream to become a model and part-time Reiki instructor are still intact.
And I’m not saying this because I want to hump the log cabin in Vermont where her parents once stayed in 1985 in appreciation for the genetic commingling that would produce those boobies.
I’m saying it because a man of your age should not be wearing a watch that heavy. You could pull something.