Friday, June 15, 2007
Prince 'Baguous The V
Rock on, sweet prince. You may indeed be Fandouchego uncapped. Either way, the world is your oyster. And by oyster, I mean ferret poo.
I’d like to fixate on your popped collar, your ‘Bag Hand Gesture #96, your giant earring or even the douche-man’s overbite. But all I can see is fourteen acres of white patterened cotton fabric. That isn’t even a mandana. It is Shakespearean tragedy.
And for that, sir, not to mention the bleethed out hottie, I summon the spirits of ‘Bags past, present and future, and bestow you with the honor of Prince Baguous the V.
And by “V” I mean alien lizard.
