“The pointy end goes into the other man.”
“The pointy end goes into the other man.”
My choom.
“And I’d do it again.” Robinson. Probably.
Elvis was Jesus-ified after death and tacky, roadside velvet Elvis art could be purchased and displayed to show your devotion to the King. Love of a musical icon is one thing. But, martyred fascists are not kitsch or cool. Either one will let you know what kind of a home you stepped into. Both would be in bad taste but one is so bad it’s good and the other is so bad, it’s baaaad. And not Michael Jackson bad.
Velvet Elvis? Cool. Velvet Cheeto? Not cool.
It’s an autonomous collective.
Well, let’s see. First the earth cooled. And then the dinosaurs came, but they got too big and fat, so they all died and they turned into oil. And then the Arabs came and they bought Mercedes Benzes. And Prince Charles started wearing all of Lady Di’s clothes. I couldn’t believe it.
#9 will actually be Putin’s Dirty Sanchez