Monday, April 6, 2009
Smashing Blumpkins
Poor Penelope.
All she wanted to do was spend the afternoon in Vegas by the pool. Looking hott and making young men ache with longing in their nanny-poopoos.
Instead she’s getting mugged by the lesser known Grunge-era band, Smashing Blumpkins.
Like the great ZZ Top before them, the two in the front both have douchey facial scruff, while the guy in the back, the drummer, his last name is “Doucheyfacialscruff.”
Ironic, isn’t it.
