Friday, November 10, 2006
Turdburger
I’ve never been able to deduce where purple lips come from. Is it genetic? Is it a form of douchebag lipstick? Is it cold in the room? Turdburger here makes me ponder these metaphysical inquiries as I munch my Kelloggs Frosted Mini-Wheats.
Mullets. Mullets. ‘Bags love the Mullets.
This couple makes me queasy. All that is wrong in life in pixel form, and it’s not even 8am on a Friday. That ‘stache is hypnotic. It’s telling me to go back to bed.
