Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Bug Eyes
There’s a number of questions that jump to mind when gazing at yet another shirtless bug rubbing up on a dominatrix hott.
Why, shirtless in the livingroom? Can anyone explain it?
Is shirtlessness the 2008 pink popped collar of go-to douche maneuvers? And if so, can somebody knock me in the head with a checkered Vans sneaker?
But most importantly, who is that porcelain figure holding hands with Micky Mouse on the fireplace? Mark Twain? Jeff Goldblum? Kurt Loder?
I’m so confused. And it’s only Tuesday.
