Erno
Some people were wondering just exactly who the “Erno” was that I was referring to in my hypothetical marriage/divorce from quasi librarian hottie in Wednesday’s Truck Head pic.
Here’s Erno in all his technicolor performance art glory. But be warned. The Erno experience is not for the faint of the heart. Like the possessed videotape in Ringu, witnessing this clip has unholy and supernatural side affects. Beware. Austrian dance steps and douchey hats may spontaneously grow from your face after viewing.
Is Erno a douchebag?
Hard to say.
He does, however, frighten little children and small woodland animals. Which has to count for something. But more importantly, his adventures in the world merit YouTube immortality, even if I’m the one of the first to “discover” his uncomfortably awkward Finland Germanic genius.
So lets all light an incense stick of Grieco inspired tribute to Erno. For without Nordic nihilists, whom would chase Lebowski?
