I just had to defend myself from Zart being all "you just like boobs, dude."
Cos i ain't no white-hat, hummer drivin' jock boy. Nor am i some redneck, tuh-backy chewing NASCAR hick. NO I IS AIN'T!!!!!!
Heh. I am neither of these, and yet, it's true:
I just like boobs, dude. I am the motherfuck*ng
Franklin Mint of liking boobs. NOAH'S fuck*ng ARK HERE, DUDE
The boobs are the
only reason to like that "Philippe" shirt, quite frankly; that punchline, along with "Illegal Ghost Bikes" (I'm sure there are others) are not so much
funny as they are handy code phrases that signify "I like Achewood enough to have memorized even its sub-par moments".
Word up. Time to get me some more Oxycontin.