Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Fred Seagull Poop
Because nothing says “Ready to Party” quite like the matching skullz t-shirt and rhinestone belt buckle ensemble there, Freddy S.
The orangeness and droid-hair are simply bonus.
And by bonus, I mean sucker punching a British street urchin in the nads.
Someday Margaret will make a great P.T.A. mom. And will look back fondly on her wild year dating the guy who ruined her credit rating.
