You strip yourself down to your bare essentials, drench yourself in a rainstorm, and go mock dead war veterans. Then you don a garbage bag. What does this all prove? That despite all your talents, outfits, handpuppets and worldly natures, your sugary goodness is deeply deeply ingrained. Your skeleton could take a shit on Ghandi's grave and it would still stink of charm and cuddles. You're unfuckingstopable.
Sunday, March 2, 2008
This jerk has something to prove
You strip yourself down to your bare essentials, drench yourself in a rainstorm, and go mock dead war veterans. Then you don a garbage bag. What does this all prove? That despite all your talents, outfits, handpuppets and worldly natures, your sugary goodness is deeply deeply ingrained. Your skeleton could take a shit on Ghandi's grave and it would still stink of charm and cuddles. You're unfuckingstopable.
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