Monday, August 17, 2009
Rufus Veinwright
Rufus is such a happy ‘bag, I almost want to give him a nottadouche. Almost.
But then I smacked myself in the face with a fungal covered coosh ball for even considering such a ludicrous notion.
Douche.
For his faux and ‘tude and Jesus bling and wristdanna are markers of schroad too ubershlorty to ignore. Yeah, I just wrote “markers of schroad too ubershlorty to ignore.” Suck on that, Homi Bhabha.
Blondie is trashy, Bleethy and unrecoverably douchebaguette. But it’s Monday, and she’s gnawable in all the right places, so I’m going with it.
