Wednesday, March 3, 2010

A Boy Named Poo


Johnny Cash just set his guitar on fire in the afterlife.

EDIT: The comments thread regs respond:

AV: Who did those tats? A 2nd grader on ritalin with a sharpie? Sweet Cleetus.

Mr. White: Poo traveled the country, talking to students at high schools, to act as a warning against getting drunk and trying to tattoo yourself with a Spirograph.

Vin Douchal: excuse me while I lift my dog’s tail and stare at his quivering pucker to improve my mood

Fat, Drunk and Douchey: Isn’t A Boy Named Poo the b-side to the song One Bleeth at a Time? I need to wipe down my screen with Valtrex because of this photo. And my eyes with bleach.

Captain Bringdown: Please God, I hope one of those lines is labeled “Cut Here”.

Publius Choadius Naso: That tat looks just like the shit that the Iron Maiden fans used to draw in their Theology notebooks just to piss of the teacher.

End the Haberdouchery: Congratulations kid, you’re an Ed Hardy coloring book. Way to be a f*cking badass.

robert: I may no longer be able to reproduce after seeing this much unadulterated douche/bleethe mix.

(yup, I’m cut-n-paste happy since today was Weekly day)

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