Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Ralph the Ferret
This is classic punch-in-the-gut “There is no God” Hottie/Douchey wrongness.
Three delightful suburban girls who want to get back at daddy, commingling with Suburban poseur-punk Opie Ron Howard Douche, all while two Ubiquitous Red Cups monitor the situation.
Middle Brunette wants me to tickle her pet ferret with a pigeon feather I fished out of the Hudson. Which I would. Because her pet ferret needs tickling.
And by pet ferret, I mean a literal pet ferret. His name is “Ralph.” What’d you think I meant? Perv.
