Tuesday, September 18, 2007

I've always found clowns frightening, but I had no idea

Mr. Topp? Can I call you Carrot? Oh. Mr. Topp, I'd write an open letter to you, but Henry has already said it better than I ever could.

via Fabulon

5 comments:

Chaucer's Bitch said...

those little wheelie ab-rollers are great, tho. that's how Pirate got his washboard!

Michael said...

I do something similar with a bar at the gym, but my abs, though still present, are currently sheathed in a layer of protective fat.

Someone (www.troublespots.wordpress.com) told me just the other day that the kids are calling the six-pack ridges "cum-gutters" these days. Crude? Hot? Both?

The Other Andrew said...

Please don't connect the scary clown and 'cum gutters', even if only peripherally. My dispostition cannot take this kind of abuse.

Michael said...

Still kinda fragile from the old lady chocha. I feel ya.

The Other Andrew said...

Exactly, it's been a tough week.