Thursday, October 12, 2006
Barton Stink
I’m not sure when John Turturro’s retarded brother escaped the asylum. Someone needs to grab a butterfly net and snag this nutjob before he spreads his sweaty sideways ‘bag headbuttery into any other hotties.
I do love that duel green-yellow wristband action. Not to mention the sweat stains. Classy.
What’s with the 15 ounce can convention? No one can afford bottles? And nice ambient lighting. Nothing sets the mood like broad, evenly lit fluorescent white. It’s like they’re partying in a giant meat locker office. A big douche filled meat locker office. With weird John Turturro looking scrotes. Oh wait, I said that already.
