Wednesday, May 9, 2007
Where's Waldouche: State School Edition
Once again I wonder why I went to a city school instead of one of those mid-western state programs out in the middle of corn fields, and dirt roads with lone gas stations, and every other cliche my city raised ass can dream up.
In pic after pic, those schools are stocked with hotties like a clown car is stocked with clowns. At the circus. Stupid clowns. All I wanted was cotton candy.
As to Where’s Waldouche, he’s carefully hidden somewhere in this pic sporting one of the largest collar pops this side of a 17th century Rembrandt.
Can you find him?
