Tuesday, September 25, 2007
The Pimple
I’m not sure when the wool cap, tilted and pulled low over the ears, became a staple of the douche wardrobe rotation. Usually you see hats like that on weary middle aged Russians climbing up-hill through the snow to fetch the weekly bread shipment from Minsk.
Here we see it on a severed floating pimple-head popping up about three mature but dirrty cuties like a plastic whack-a-mole.
Someone clearasil that wool cap before drunken blonde on the left does something she’ll regret in the morning.