Thursday, August 9, 2007
Frosty in the Age of Enlightenment
We haven’t had a true tonguebag in awhile. Those oily choads right on the edge of douchebaggery who you’re not quite sure about. Is the the douche in the PG-13 movie everyone’s rooting for? Or the douche in the R movie you want to kick in the nads?
Yup, Frosty raises the ire on a Thursday like House of Pain and making Wayne Gretzky’s head bleed.
Inflated Pretty Little Baby should be deployed in case of a water landing, but I still like that goofy awkward smile.
Okay, that’s enough Swingers references for this, or any other Thursday. I need no cinematic quote to restate my desire to kick Frosty in the nads. I will simply state that I want to kick Frosty in the nads.
