Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Gary Abusey
Two perfect balls of cornmeal “best friend of the girl you’re chasing, but who’ll make out with you at 2am” hott and a Gary Busey uberdouche.
Where’s Shane Black to write me a tired, cynical cop who’s close to retiring but suddenly realizes he has to kick one last douchebag in the nads?
Oh that’s right. He’s banging hotties in his house parties in the Hills.
Damn you, Shane Black.
Kick me some of that mid 1990s goldrush cash and invite me to the damn secret room.
