Moe Piscopo
This pic just confuses and terrifies me.
Where are we? Some motel room in Omaha? A swap meet in Tampa? A trailer park in Bismark?
Seriously. Look at Moe here.
He actually features circular tatts that echo his swirling douche-hair. Is that a first on the site? Douche-tatts and douche-hair forming a sort of conceptual echo?
Toss in the tonguebaggery, the tighty-blackey muscle t-shirt, and I’d sooner expect this oily greasebag to be playing footsies with Larry Craig in a Minneapolis bathroom than grabbing at some luscious abs.
Rosie Perez cutie isn’t super smokin’, but any minx willing to show off a belly that smooth, soft and lemon scented, deserves praise. And by praise I mean me staring at that glimpse of lower belly like I’ve just witnessed a unicorn. A unicorn of lower belly.
And who said we can’t do tautological metaphors?
